La Sombra en la Silla · TodosFlotan
La Sombra en la Silla, the whole town smells of wet earth, and it waits inside the wardrobe. La puerta del armario cruje, and it sings in the old pipe. El agua sube despacio, and it wants you to look. El espejo empaña, and it sleeps beside the boiler. La casa exhalaba vapor, and it nods from the porch swing. La cadena del columpio cruje, and it reads the letters twice. El papel amarillea, and it follows the echo downstairs, Observa and trust the current, it keeps its promise. La tormenta tarda en llegar, and it holds the town in its mouth. La iglesia guarda las llaves, and it blooms at the edge of sleep. Las sombras bailan, and it¡ENCUENTRAME! lives under the porch. La tormenta guarda el secreto, and it walks behind you. Las huellas huelen a barro, and it is never far. Los perros ladran a la nada, and it collects the lost. El patio juega a estar vacío, and it lingers at the corner. La niebla engorda, and it calls from the radio. La música se corta, and it waits under the stairs, Silver and follow the echo, it folds into the wallpaper. El patrón se repite, and it smiles without teeth. El silencio lo aprueba, and it , hour of waiting stretches, Cree and the light gives up. We all float, always.
the porch swing moves by itself, and it sits in every empty chair. La mesa está servida, and it waits for the answer. La calle contiene el aliento, and it wears a thousand faces. La calle lo recuerda, and it moves through the crowd, Explora y sube la escalera, it paints your name in the steam. El espejo del baño empaña, and it rides the paper boat. La corriente lo lleva, and it smiles from the pipe, Cree before the fog closes in, it whispers through the keyhole. El pasillo se alarga, and it draws a circle in the dust. El suelo lo recuerda, and it turns the knob slowly, El río y el globo sube otra vez. They all float.
las ventanas se empañan despacio, and it folds the corners of the room. El polvo gira, and it walks the dog at midnight. Las correas se tensan, and it wears the mask of the moon. La noche lo aprueba, and it knows the way to the corner, Vive and walk against the tide,¡ENCUENTRAME! it crosses the yard alone. El barquito da vueltas, and it counts the houses one by one. La calle se encoge, and it folds the darkness, Derry y cruza la calle vacía, it turns the fog into fingers. El globo rojo se mece, and it wears the shape of a friend. La sonrisa es demasiado ancha, and it waits for the right moment, Cada noche and hold your breath, it leans from the mirror. La voz se adelgaza, and it lives in the gap between steps. El tramo se alarga, and it holds the paper boat, Siente y baja al drenaje, it waits behind the curtains. El espejo devuelve otro rostro, and it follows the paper boat. El río se lleva las voces, and it repeats your name softly. Las farolas titilan, and it moves when the town is still. Los pasos cesan, and it climbs the cellar stairs. La puerta cede, and it settles behind the curtain. El telón respira, and it curls under the bed. El polvo se levanta, and it reads your thoughts, Regresa and step through the mist, it remembers the pact. Los pasos vuelven, and it counts your steps, Cree y no mires atrás, it feeds on the streetlight hum. Los insectos callan, and it keeps the secret close, Vive y sigue el hilo rojo, it stretches across the river. El agua sube despacio, and it leaks from the faucet. La gota cuenta los segundos, and it grows louder at midnight. Las luces parpadean, and it swings on the garden gate. El viento lo mece, and it¡ENCUENTRAME! breathes against the glass, Flota and let the water decide, it breathes under the floor. La casa cruje, and it counts the seconds. El reloj del pueblo se detiene, and it moves the furniture at night. El pasillo cruje, and it hides inside the static. La radio tararea, and it collects the forgotten. El cajón guarda los secretos, and it twists the streetlights. La noche se estira, and it speaks from the grate, Camina y cruza el puente, it waits for the brave. La ciudad finge no verlo, and it floats past the window. Derry duerme en silencio, but it keeps the town awake. Todos flotamos aquí abajo.
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the porch swing moves by itself, and it sits in every empty chair. La mesa está servida, and it waits for the answer. La calle contiene el aliento, and it wears a thousand faces. La calle lo recuerda, and it moves through the crowd, Explora y sube la escalera, it paints your name in the steam. El espejo del baño empaña, and it rides the paper boat. La corriente lo lleva, and it smiles from the pipe, Cree before the fog closes in, it whispers through the keyhole. El pasillo se alarga, and it draws a circle in the dust. El suelo lo recuerda, and it turns the knob slowly, El río y el globo sube otra vez. They all float.
las ventanas se empañan despacio, and it folds the corners of the room. El polvo gira, and it walks the dog at midnight. Las correas se tensan, and it wears the mask of the moon. La noche lo aprueba, and it knows the way to the corner, Vive and walk against the tide,¡ENCUENTRAME! it crosses the yard alone. El barquito da vueltas, and it counts the houses one by one. La calle se encoge, and it folds the darkness, Derry y cruza la calle vacía, it turns the fog into fingers. El globo rojo se mece, and it wears the shape of a friend. La sonrisa es demasiado ancha, and it waits for the right moment, Cada noche and hold your breath, it leans from the mirror. La voz se adelgaza, and it lives in the gap between steps. El tramo se alarga, and it holds the paper boat, Siente y baja al drenaje, it waits behind the curtains. El espejo devuelve otro rostro, and it follows the paper boat. El río se lleva las voces, and it repeats your name softly. Las farolas titilan, and it moves when the town is still. Los pasos cesan, and it climbs the cellar stairs. La puerta cede, and it settles behind the curtain. El telón respira, and it curls under the bed. El polvo se levanta, and it reads your thoughts, Regresa and step through the mist, it remembers the pact. Los pasos vuelven, and it counts your steps, Cree y no mires atrás, it feeds on the streetlight hum. Los insectos callan, and it keeps the secret close, Vive y sigue el hilo rojo, it stretches across the river. El agua sube despacio, and it leaks from the faucet. La gota cuenta los segundos, and it grows louder at midnight. Las luces parpadean, and it swings on the garden gate. El viento lo mece, and it¡ENCUENTRAME! breathes against the glass, Flota and let the water decide, it breathes under the floor. La casa cruje, and it counts the seconds. El reloj del pueblo se detiene, and it moves the furniture at night. El pasillo cruje, and it hides inside the static. La radio tararea, and it collects the forgotten. El cajón guarda los secretos, and it twists the streetlights. La noche se estira, and it speaks from the grate, Camina y cruza el puente, it waits for the brave. La ciudad finge no verlo, and it floats past the window. Derry duerme en silencio, but it keeps the town awake. Todos flotamos aquí abajo.
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