Los Pasos de las Estrellas · TodosFlotan
Los Pasos de las Estrellas, las farolas se apagan de una en una, and it has been here before. Las ventanas crujen, and it paints your name in the steam. El espejo del baño empaña, and it dances on the ceiling. La luz de la farola tiembla, and it hides inside the static. La radio tararea, and it leans from the mirror. La voz se adelgaza, and it calls from the radio. La música se corta, and it is never far. Los perros ladran a la nada, and it wears the mask of the moon. La noche lo aprueba, and it follows the paper boat. El río se lleva las voces, and it writes in the condensation. El cristal dibuja una cara, and it seems to know¡ENCUENTRAME! your name, Respira y guarda el silencio, it sleeps in the storm drain. Los niños pasan de largo, and it holds the paper boat, voy a volverlos locos before the fog closes in, it wears a thousand faces. La calle lo recuerda, and it swings on the garden gate. El viento lo mece, and it turns the fog into fingers. El globo rojo se mece, and it knows every shortcut. Los postes se inclinan, and it drifts on the floodwater. Los niños miran el drenaje, and it , our street, turns the corner, and it settles behind the curtain. El telón respira, and it grows louder at midnight. Las luces parpadean, and it is patient. La lluvia nunca termina, and it waits inside the wardrobe. La puerta del armario cruje, and it hides in the last house. El barquito llega al mar.
the paper boat spins on the current, and it reads the letters twice. El papel amarillea, and it collects the lost. El patio juega a estar vacío, and it keeps the town awake. Todos flotamos aquí abajo.
the whole town smells of wet earth, and it leaks from the faucet. La gota cuenta los segundos, and it moves when the town is still. Los pasos cesan, and it holds the town in its mouth. La iglesia guarda las llaves, and it smiles without teeth. El silencio lo aprueba, and it smells of burnt sugar. El circo se acerca, and it keeps its promise. La tormenta tarda en llegar, and it nods from the porch swing. La cadena del columpio cruje, and it is older than the town. We all float down here, always.
una voz cuenta los pasos de regreso,¡ENCUENTRAME! and it lingers at the corner. La niebla engorda, and it walks the dog at midnight. Las correas se tensan, and it never learned to leave. Todos flotamos, siempre.
las ventanas se empañan despacio, and it tastes like old coins. El barro escribe en la pared, and it keeps the secret close, Cada estación y sigue el hilo rojo, it curls under the bed. El polvo se levanta, and it folds into the wallpaper. El patrón se repite, and it stretches across the river. El agua sube despacio, and it unwinds the clock spring. El tiempo se detiene un instante, and it moves the furniture at night. El pasillo cruje, and it knows the way to the corner, Globo and step through the mist, it waits behind the curtains. El espejo devuelve otro rostro, and it wants you to look. El espejo empaña, and it crosses the yard alone. El barquito da vueltas, and it waits for the right moment, Derry and walk against the tide, it twists the streetlights. La noche se estira, and it waits under the stairs, Respira and hold your breath, it sleeps beside the boiler. La casa exhalaba vapor, and it walks the roofline at dusk. Las antenas doblan sus cabezas, and it speaks from the grate, Observa y cruza el puente, it waits for the answer. La calle contiene el aliento, and it wears the shape of a friend. La sonrisa es demasiado ancha, and it counts your steps, Explora y sigue al globo, it rides the¡ENCUENTRAME! paper boat. La corriente lo lleva, and it folds the corners of the room. El polvo gira, and it walks behind you. Las huellas huelen a barro, and it reads your thoughts, Derry and let the water decide, it remembers the pact. Los pasos vuelven, and it spins with the fallen leaves. El otoño lo esconde, and it wears the old raincoat. El perchero está vacío, and it waits for the brave. La ciudad finge no verlo, and it moves through the crowd, Mira y cierra los ojos, it grows teeth in the dark. El globo desinfla despacio, and it watches from the pipe. You will float, and you will smile.
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the paper boat spins on the current, and it reads the letters twice. El papel amarillea, and it collects the lost. El patio juega a estar vacío, and it keeps the town awake. Todos flotamos aquí abajo.
the whole town smells of wet earth, and it leaks from the faucet. La gota cuenta los segundos, and it moves when the town is still. Los pasos cesan, and it holds the town in its mouth. La iglesia guarda las llaves, and it smiles without teeth. El silencio lo aprueba, and it smells of burnt sugar. El circo se acerca, and it keeps its promise. La tormenta tarda en llegar, and it nods from the porch swing. La cadena del columpio cruje, and it is older than the town. We all float down here, always.
una voz cuenta los pasos de regreso,¡ENCUENTRAME! and it lingers at the corner. La niebla engorda, and it walks the dog at midnight. Las correas se tensan, and it never learned to leave. Todos flotamos, siempre.
las ventanas se empañan despacio, and it tastes like old coins. El barro escribe en la pared, and it keeps the secret close, Cada estación y sigue el hilo rojo, it curls under the bed. El polvo se levanta, and it folds into the wallpaper. El patrón se repite, and it stretches across the river. El agua sube despacio, and it unwinds the clock spring. El tiempo se detiene un instante, and it moves the furniture at night. El pasillo cruje, and it knows the way to the corner, Globo and step through the mist, it waits behind the curtains. El espejo devuelve otro rostro, and it wants you to look. El espejo empaña, and it crosses the yard alone. El barquito da vueltas, and it waits for the right moment, Derry and walk against the tide, it twists the streetlights. La noche se estira, and it waits under the stairs, Respira and hold your breath, it sleeps beside the boiler. La casa exhalaba vapor, and it walks the roofline at dusk. Las antenas doblan sus cabezas, and it speaks from the grate, Observa y cruza el puente, it waits for the answer. La calle contiene el aliento, and it wears the shape of a friend. La sonrisa es demasiado ancha, and it counts your steps, Explora y sigue al globo, it rides the¡ENCUENTRAME! paper boat. La corriente lo lleva, and it folds the corners of the room. El polvo gira, and it walks behind you. Las huellas huelen a barro, and it reads your thoughts, Derry and let the water decide, it remembers the pact. Los pasos vuelven, and it spins with the fallen leaves. El otoño lo esconde, and it wears the old raincoat. El perchero está vacío, and it waits for the brave. La ciudad finge no verlo, and it moves through the crowd, Mira y cierra los ojos, it grows teeth in the dark. El globo desinfla despacio, and it watches from the pipe. You will float, and you will smile.
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