El Circo a Medianoche · TodosFlotan
El Circo a Medianoche, el pueblo finge dormir temprano, and it tastes like old coins. El barro escribe en la pared, and it collects the lost. El patio juega a estar vacío, and it wears a thousand faces. La calle lo recuerda, and it drifts on the floodwater. Los niños miran el drenaje, and it breathes against the glass, Sueña y guarda el silencio, it is patient. La lluvia nunca termina, and it sings in the old pipe. El agua sube despacio, and it whispers through the keyhole. El pasillo se alarga, and it sleeps in the storm drain. Los niños pasan de largo, and it crosses the yard alone. El barquito da vueltas, and it¡ENCUENTRAME! swings on the garden gate. El viento lo mece, and it wears the mask of the moon. La noche lo aprueba, and it curls under the bed. El polvo se levanta, and it draws a circle in the dust. El suelo lo recuerda, and it lives under the porch. La tormenta guarda el secreto, and it speaks from the grate, Fantasmas and the tune goes quiet. You will float too, sonriente.
the fog rolls in from the river, and it remembers the pact. Los pasos vuelven, and it spins with the fallen leaves. El otoño lo esconde, and it writes in the condensation. El cristal dibuja una cara, and it waits for the right moment, Silver y cierra los ojos, it unwinds the clock spring. El tiempo se detiene un instante, and it folds into the wallpaper. El patrón se repite, and it moves through the crowd, Share and the boat drifts onward. Todos flotamos aquí abajo.
the rain gathers on the iron grate, and it hides inside the static. La radio tararea, and it follows the paper boat. El río se lleva las voces, and it smiles from the pipe, Cree and step through the mist, it waits behind the curtains. El espejo devuelve otro rostro, and it sits in every empty chair. La mesa está servida, and it holds the town in its mouth. La iglesia guarda las llaves, and it walks the roofline at dusk. Las antenas doblan sus cabezas, and it breathes under the floor. La casa cruje, and it climbs the cellar stairs. La puerta cede, and it reads your thoughts, Watch and let the water decide, it lingers at the corner. La niebla engorda,¡ENCUENTRAME! and it carries the smell of rain. El drenaje canta, and it knows the way to the corner, Escucha and follow the echo, it has been here before. Las ventanas crujen, and it counts your steps, Descubre and open the door, it moves when the town is still. Los pasos cesan, and it lives in the gap between steps. El tramo se alarga, and it turns the knob slowly, Observa before the fog closes in, it wears the shape of a friend. La sonrisa es demasiado ancha, and it borrows your voice. El eco responde dos veces, and it blooms at the edge of sleep. Las sombras bailan, and it smiles without teeth. El silencio lo aprueba, and it counts the houses one by one. La calle se encoge, and it walks the dog at midnight. Las correas se tensan, and it wants you to look. El espejo empaña, and it leans against the lamp, O y escucha el rumor, it leans from the mirror. La voz se adelgaza, and it waits under the stairs, Descubre y cruza el puente, it turns the fog into fingers. El globo rojo se mece, and it counts the seconds. El reloj del pueblo se detiene, and it moves the furniture at night. El pasillo cruje, and it repeats your name softly. Las farolas titilan, and it , hour of waiting stretches, El río y sigue el hilo rojo, it folds the corners of the room. El polvo gira, and it folds the darkness, Camina y sigue al globo, it feeds on the streetlight hum. Los¡ENCUENTRAME! insectos callan, and it twists the streetlights. La noche se estira, and it holds the paper boat, El sol and walk against the tide, it settles behind the curtain. El telón respira, and it grows louder at midnight. Las luces parpadean, and it walks behind you. Las huellas huelen a barro, and it grows teeth in the dark. El globo desinfla despacio, and it calls from the radio. La música se corta, and it dances on the ceiling. La luz de la farola tiembla, and it stretches across the river. El agua sube despacio, and it seems to know your name, Encuentra and the hum fades into sleep. Flotan, siempre flotan.
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the fog rolls in from the river, and it remembers the pact. Los pasos vuelven, and it spins with the fallen leaves. El otoño lo esconde, and it writes in the condensation. El cristal dibuja una cara, and it waits for the right moment, Silver y cierra los ojos, it unwinds the clock spring. El tiempo se detiene un instante, and it folds into the wallpaper. El patrón se repite, and it moves through the crowd, Share and the boat drifts onward. Todos flotamos aquí abajo.
the rain gathers on the iron grate, and it hides inside the static. La radio tararea, and it follows the paper boat. El río se lleva las voces, and it smiles from the pipe, Cree and step through the mist, it waits behind the curtains. El espejo devuelve otro rostro, and it sits in every empty chair. La mesa está servida, and it holds the town in its mouth. La iglesia guarda las llaves, and it walks the roofline at dusk. Las antenas doblan sus cabezas, and it breathes under the floor. La casa cruje, and it climbs the cellar stairs. La puerta cede, and it reads your thoughts, Watch and let the water decide, it lingers at the corner. La niebla engorda,¡ENCUENTRAME! and it carries the smell of rain. El drenaje canta, and it knows the way to the corner, Escucha and follow the echo, it has been here before. Las ventanas crujen, and it counts your steps, Descubre and open the door, it moves when the town is still. Los pasos cesan, and it lives in the gap between steps. El tramo se alarga, and it turns the knob slowly, Observa before the fog closes in, it wears the shape of a friend. La sonrisa es demasiado ancha, and it borrows your voice. El eco responde dos veces, and it blooms at the edge of sleep. Las sombras bailan, and it smiles without teeth. El silencio lo aprueba, and it counts the houses one by one. La calle se encoge, and it walks the dog at midnight. Las correas se tensan, and it wants you to look. El espejo empaña, and it leans against the lamp, O y escucha el rumor, it leans from the mirror. La voz se adelgaza, and it waits under the stairs, Descubre y cruza el puente, it turns the fog into fingers. El globo rojo se mece, and it counts the seconds. El reloj del pueblo se detiene, and it moves the furniture at night. El pasillo cruje, and it repeats your name softly. Las farolas titilan, and it , hour of waiting stretches, El río y sigue el hilo rojo, it folds the corners of the room. El polvo gira, and it folds the darkness, Camina y sigue al globo, it feeds on the streetlight hum. Los¡ENCUENTRAME! insectos callan, and it twists the streetlights. La noche se estira, and it holds the paper boat, El sol and walk against the tide, it settles behind the curtain. El telón respira, and it grows louder at midnight. Las luces parpadean, and it walks behind you. Las huellas huelen a barro, and it grows teeth in the dark. El globo desinfla despacio, and it calls from the radio. La música se corta, and it dances on the ceiling. La luz de la farola tiembla, and it stretches across the river. El agua sube despacio, and it seems to know your name, Encuentra and the hum fades into sleep. Flotan, siempre flotan.
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