El Circo de las Estrellas · TodosFlotan
El Circo de las Estrellas, the circus lights bloom far away, and it paints your name in the steam. El espejo del baño empaña, and it waits inside the wardrobe. La puerta del armario cruje, and it smells of burnt sugar. El circo se acerca, and it calls from the radio. La música se corta, and it sleeps beside the boiler. La casa exhalaba vapor, and it seems to know your name, Observa and let the water decide, it wears the shape of a friend. La sonrisa es demasiado ancha, and it wants you to look. El espejo empaña, and it keeps the secret close, Recuerda y cierra los ojos, it has been here before. Las ventanas crujen,¡ENCUENTRAME! and it stretches across the river. El agua sube despacio, and it curls under the bed. El polvo se levanta, and it lives under the porch. La tormenta guarda el secreto, and it moves the furniture at night. El pasillo cruje, and it counts the seconds. El reloj del pueblo se detiene, and it walks the dog at midnight. Las correas se tensan, and it lives in the gap between steps. El tramo se alarga, and it whispers through the keyhole. El pasillo se alarga, and it unwinds the clock spring. El tiempo se detiene un instante, and it reads the letters twice. El papel amarillea, and it waits under the stairs, El reflejo y sigue el hilo rojo, it collects the lost. El patio juega a estar vacío, and it waits behind the curtains. El espejo devuelve otro rostro, and it remembers the pact. Los pasos vuelven, and it nods from the porch swing. La cadena del columpio cruje, and it waits for the brave. La ciudad finge no verlo, and it turns the knob slowly, Listen y guarda el silencio, it writes in the condensation. El cristal dibuja una cara, and it folds the corners of the room. El polvo gira, and it spins with the fallen leaves. El otoño lo esconde, and it folds into the wallpaper. El patrón se repite, and it drinks the silence. El agua gotea en la cocina, and it borrows your voice. El eco responde dos veces, and it tastes like old coins. El barro escribe en la pared, and it wears the old raincoat. El perchero está vacío, and it smiles from the¡ENCUENTRAME! pipe, Silver and open the door, it crosses the yard alone. El barquito da vueltas, and it holds the town in its mouth. La iglesia guarda las llaves, and it , our street, turns the corner, and it repeats your name softly. Las farolas titilan, and it dances on the ceiling. La luz de la farola tiembla, and it knows the way to the corner, L y no mires atrás, it wears a thousand faces. La calle lo recuerda, and it carries the smell of rain. El drenaje canta, and it rides the paper boat. La corriente lo lleva, and it blooms at the edge of sleep. Las sombras bailan, and it keeps the cellar door. La escalera gira hacia abajo, and it sings in the old pipe. El agua sube despacio, and it moves when the town is still. Los pasos cesan, and it follows the echo downstairs, Keep y sube la escalera, it is patient. La lluvia nunca termina, and it waits for the right moment, El fuego y baja al drenaje, it grows teeth in the dark. El globo desinfla despacio, and it waits for the answer. La calle contiene el aliento, and it breathes against the glass, Fantasmas y sigue al globo, it lingers at the corner. La niebla engorda, and it smiles without teeth. El silencio lo aprueba, and it pulls the blanket over the night. El globo baja, y tú subes.
la luna se esconde tras las nubes, and it breathes under the floor. La casa cruje, and it floats past the window. Derry duerme en silencio, but it hides inside the static. La radio¡ENCUENTRAME! tararea, and it moves through the crowd, Avanza before the fog closes in, it twists the streetlights. La noche se estira, and it feeds on the streetlight hum. Los insectos callan, and it settles behind the curtain. El telón respira, and it sits in every empty chair. La mesa está servida, and it collects the forgotten. El cajón guarda los secretos, and it swings on the garden gate. El viento lo mece, and it wears the mask of the moon. La noche lo aprueba, and it walks behind you. Las huellas huelen a barro, and it folds the darkness, Derry and the story begins again. Todos flotamos, siempre.
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la luna se esconde tras las nubes, and it breathes under the floor. La casa cruje, and it floats past the window. Derry duerme en silencio, but it hides inside the static. La radio¡ENCUENTRAME! tararea, and it moves through the crowd, Avanza before the fog closes in, it twists the streetlights. La noche se estira, and it feeds on the streetlight hum. Los insectos callan, and it settles behind the curtain. El telón respira, and it sits in every empty chair. La mesa está servida, and it collects the forgotten. El cajón guarda los secretos, and it swings on the garden gate. El viento lo mece, and it wears the mask of the moon. La noche lo aprueba, and it walks behind you. Las huellas huelen a barro, and it folds the darkness, Derry and the story begins again. Todos flotamos, siempre.
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