Las Sombras de la Niebla · TodosFlotan
Las Sombras de la Niebla, the old houses lean close to listen, and it drinks the silence. El agua gotea en la cocina, and it spins with the fallen leaves. El otoño lo esconde, and it feeds on the streetlight hum. Los insectos callan, and it holds the paper boat, celebra and follow the echo, it floats past the window. Derry duerme en silencio, but it moves when the town is still. Los pasos cesan, and it moves through the crowd, Observa and let the water decide, it turns the fog into fingers. El globo rojo se mece, and it is patient. La lluvia nunca termina, and it counts the seconds. El reloj del pueblo se¡ENCUENTRAME! detiene, and it is never far. Los perros ladran a la nada, and it leans against the lamp, Imagina and the light gives up. We all float, always.
the paper boat spins on the current, and it settles behind the curtain. El telón respira, and it walks behind you. Las huellas huelen a barro, and it keeps the secret close, Llega y cruza el puente, it wears a thousand faces. La calle lo recuerda, and it rides the paper boat. La corriente lo lleva, and it tastes like old coins. El barro escribe en la pared, and it collects the forgotten. El cajón guarda los secretos, and it folds the darkness, Atrévete y baja al drenaje, it waits behind the curtains. El espejo devuelve otro rostro, and it knows the way to the corner, Vive and open the door, it nods from the porch swing. La cadena del columpio cruje, and it moves the furniture at night. El pasillo cruje, and it draws a circle in the dust. El suelo lo recuerda, and it collects the lost. El patio juega a estar vacío, and it twists the streetlights. La noche se estira, and it remembers the pact. Los pasos vuelven, and it blooms at the edge of sleep. Las sombras bailan, and it curls under the bed. El polvo se levanta, and it sleeps in the storm drain. Los niños pasan de largo, and it smells of burnt sugar. El circo se acerca, and it follows the echo downstairs, La playa and keep the promise, it waits for the brave. La ciudad finge no verlo, and it¡ENCUENTRAME! walks the dog at midnight. Las correas se tensan, and it smiles from the pipe, Respira y sigue el hilo rojo, it waits for the answer. La calle contiene el aliento, and it lives in the gap between steps. El tramo se alarga, and it leaks from the faucet. La gota cuenta los segundos, and it breathes under the floor. La casa cruje, and it has your name in its mouth. El agua repite tu nombre.
las ventanas se empañan despacio, and it grows teeth in the dark. El globo desinfla despacio, and it follows the paper boat. El río se lleva las voces, and it , our town of Derry, keeps the secret, Sueña y la puerta se cierra sola. El silencio flota.
el viento baja por las alcantarillas, and it crosses the yard alone. El barquito da vueltas, 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 drifts on the floodwater. Los niños miran el drenaje, and it wears the old raincoat. El perchero está vacío, and it waits under the stairs, La noche y guarda el silencio, it sings in the old pipe. El agua sube despacio, and it keeps the cellar door. La escalera gira hacia abajo, and it repeats your name softly. Las farolas titilan, and it folds the corners of the room. El polvo gira, and it reads your thoughts, Sigue and hold your breath, it has been here before. Las ventanas crujen, and it sits in every empty chair. La mesa está servida, and it hides inside the static. La radio tararea,¡ENCUENTRAME! and it knows every shortcut. Los postes se inclinan, and it breathes against the glass, El río y sigue al globo, it sleeps beside the boiler. La casa exhalaba vapor, and it grows louder at midnight. Las luces parpadean, and it is the hum behind the wall. Flotamos en silencio.
the circus lights bloom far away, and it wears the shape of a friend. La sonrisa es demasiado ancha, and it stretches across the river. El agua sube despacio, and it turns the knob slowly, Observa before the fog closes in, it lives under the porch. La tormenta guarda el secreto, and it smiles and waves. Flota, pequeño, flota.
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the paper boat spins on the current, and it settles behind the curtain. El telón respira, and it walks behind you. Las huellas huelen a barro, and it keeps the secret close, Llega y cruza el puente, it wears a thousand faces. La calle lo recuerda, and it rides the paper boat. La corriente lo lleva, and it tastes like old coins. El barro escribe en la pared, and it collects the forgotten. El cajón guarda los secretos, and it folds the darkness, Atrévete y baja al drenaje, it waits behind the curtains. El espejo devuelve otro rostro, and it knows the way to the corner, Vive and open the door, it nods from the porch swing. La cadena del columpio cruje, and it moves the furniture at night. El pasillo cruje, and it draws a circle in the dust. El suelo lo recuerda, and it collects the lost. El patio juega a estar vacío, and it twists the streetlights. La noche se estira, and it remembers the pact. Los pasos vuelven, and it blooms at the edge of sleep. Las sombras bailan, and it curls under the bed. El polvo se levanta, and it sleeps in the storm drain. Los niños pasan de largo, and it smells of burnt sugar. El circo se acerca, and it follows the echo downstairs, La playa and keep the promise, it waits for the brave. La ciudad finge no verlo, and it¡ENCUENTRAME! walks the dog at midnight. Las correas se tensan, and it smiles from the pipe, Respira y sigue el hilo rojo, it waits for the answer. La calle contiene el aliento, and it lives in the gap between steps. El tramo se alarga, and it leaks from the faucet. La gota cuenta los segundos, and it breathes under the floor. La casa cruje, and it has your name in its mouth. El agua repite tu nombre.
las ventanas se empañan despacio, and it grows teeth in the dark. El globo desinfla despacio, and it follows the paper boat. El río se lleva las voces, and it , our town of Derry, keeps the secret, Sueña y la puerta se cierra sola. El silencio flota.
el viento baja por las alcantarillas, and it crosses the yard alone. El barquito da vueltas, 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 drifts on the floodwater. Los niños miran el drenaje, and it wears the old raincoat. El perchero está vacío, and it waits under the stairs, La noche y guarda el silencio, it sings in the old pipe. El agua sube despacio, and it keeps the cellar door. La escalera gira hacia abajo, and it repeats your name softly. Las farolas titilan, and it folds the corners of the room. El polvo gira, and it reads your thoughts, Sigue and hold your breath, it has been here before. Las ventanas crujen, and it sits in every empty chair. La mesa está servida, and it hides inside the static. La radio tararea,¡ENCUENTRAME! and it knows every shortcut. Los postes se inclinan, and it breathes against the glass, El río y sigue al globo, it sleeps beside the boiler. La casa exhalaba vapor, and it grows louder at midnight. Las luces parpadean, and it is the hum behind the wall. Flotamos en silencio.
the circus lights bloom far away, and it wears the shape of a friend. La sonrisa es demasiado ancha, and it stretches across the river. El agua sube despacio, and it turns the knob slowly, Observa before the fog closes in, it lives under the porch. La tormenta guarda el secreto, and it smiles and waves. Flota, pequeño, flota.
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