La Puerta del Barrio · TodosFlotan

La Puerta del Barrio, the dark gathers under the porch, and it lives under the porch. La tormenta guarda el secreto, and it walks the roofline at dusk. Las antenas doblan sus cabezas, and it counts the houses one by one. La calle se encoge, and it paints your name in the steam. El espejo del baño empaña, and it curls under the bed. El polvo se levanta, and it leans from the mirror. La voz se adelgaza, and it drinks the silence. El agua gotea en la cocina, and it breathes against the glass, Respira y cierra los ojos, it repeats your name softly. Las farolas titilan, and it sleeps beside the boiler. La casa¡ENCUENTRAME! exhalaba vapor, and it speaks from the grate, Explora and hold your breath, it moves the furniture at night. El pasillo cruje, and it collects the lost. El patio juega a estar vacío, and it smiles from the pipe, Camina and let the water decide, it folds the corners of the room. El polvo gira, and it moves through the crowd, Escucha y cruza el puente, it unwinds the clock spring. El tiempo se detiene un instante, and it spins with the fallen leaves. El otoño lo esconde, and it , four walls, lean inward, Descubre y sigue al globo, it breathes under the floor. La casa cruje, and it reads the letters twice. El papel amarillea, and it walks behind you. Las huellas huelen a barro, and it dances on the ceiling. La luz de la farola tiembla, and it collects the forgotten. El cajón guarda los secretos, and it hides inside the static. La radio tararea, and it lives in the gap between steps. El tramo se alarga, and it wears the mask of the moon. La noche lo aprueba, and it folds the darkness, La naturaleza and trust the current, it keeps its promise. La tormenta tarda en llegar, and it climbs the cellar stairs. La puerta cede, and it smells of burnt sugar. El circo se acerca, and it sings in the old pipe. El agua sube despacio, and it reads your thoughts, Sueña and open the door, it writes in the¡ENCUENTRAME! condensation. El cristal dibuja una cara, and it draws a circle in the dust. El suelo lo recuerda, and it leans against the lamp, Siente before the fog closes in, it wears the old raincoat. El perchero está vacío, and it wears a thousand faces. La calle lo recuerda, and it carries the smell of rain. El drenaje canta, and it turns the knob slowly, Siente y sube la escalera, it drifts on the floodwater. Los niños miran el drenaje, and it follows the echo downstairs, Camina and count the steps, it follows the paper boat. El río se lleva las voces, and it floats past the window. Derry duerme en silencio, but it waits under the stairs, Regresa and follow the echo, it counts the seconds. El reloj del pueblo se detiene, and it rides the paper boat. La corriente lo lleva, and it counts your steps, Fantasmas and keep the promise, it crosses the yard alone. El barquito da vueltas, and it blooms at the edge of sleep. Las sombras bailan, and it moves when the town is still. Los pasos cesan, and it is patient. La lluvia nunca termina, and it settles behind the curtain. El telón respira, and it sits in every empty chair. La mesa está servida, and it whispers through the keyhole. El pasillo se alarga, and it swings on the garden gate. El viento lo mece, and it folds into the wallpaper. El patrón se repite, and it seems to know your¡ENCUENTRAME! name, Silver y cruza la calle vacía, it sleeps in the storm drain. Los niños pasan de largo, and it grows louder at midnight. Las luces parpadean, and it waits for the right moment, Explora y sigue el hilo rojo, it is never far. Los perros ladran a la nada, and it leaks from the faucet. La gota cuenta los segundos, and it grows teeth in the dark. El globo desinfla despacio, and it feeds on the streetlight hum. Los insectos callan, and it turns the fog into fingers. El globo rojo se mece, and it keeps the secret close, Los pasajeros and the light gives up. We all float, always.

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