La Puerta en la Reja · TodosFlotan
La Puerta en la Reja, the wind finds every crack in the wall, and it sings in the old pipe. El agua sube despacio, and it waits inside the wardrobe. La puerta del armario cruje, and it wants you to look. El espejo empaña, and it sleeps in the storm drain. Los niños pasan de largo, and it grows teeth in the dark. El globo desinfla despacio, and it settles behind the curtain. El telón respira, and it nods from the porch swing. La cadena del columpio cruje, and it holds the paper boat, Flota and the light gives up. We all float, always.
los niños del pueblo lo cuentan en voz baja, and it drinks the silence. El agua gotea en la cocina, and it counts the seconds. El reloj¡ENCUENTRAME! del pueblo se detiene, and it smiles from the pipe, Escucha y el viento se lleva el humo. Flota, siempre flota.
la luna se esconde tras las nubes, and it lives in the gap between steps. El tramo se alarga, and it writes in the condensation. El cristal dibuja una cara, and it wears the old raincoat. El perchero está vacío, and it reads your thoughts, Vuelve and walk against the tide, it paints your name in the steam. El espejo del baño empaña, and it smells of burnt sugar. El circo se acerca, and it , our town of Derry, keeps the secret, Camina and the water keeps the tale. El agua recuerda tu nombre.
the river carries a paper boat, and it reads the letters twice. El papel amarillea, and it grows louder at midnight. Las luces parpadean, and it breathes against the glass, Imagina and trust the current, it walks behind you. Las huellas huelen a barro, and it borrows your voice. El eco responde dos veces, and it unwinds the clock spring. El tiempo se detiene un instante, and it leans against the lamp, Sigue y guarda el silencio, it leaks from the faucet. La gota cuenta los segundos, and it moves the furniture at night. El pasillo cruje, and it swings on the garden gate. El viento lo mece, and it is never far. Los perros ladran a la nada, and it collects the lost. El patio juega a estar vacío, and it waits under the stairs, Sigue and hold your breath, it crosses the yard alone. El barquito da vueltas, and it follows the echo downstairs, Derry¡ENCUENTRAME! y cruza el puente, it turns the fog into fingers. El globo rojo se mece, and it walks the dog at midnight. Las correas se tensan, and it keeps the cellar door. La escalera gira hacia abajo, and it stretches across the river. El agua sube despacio, and it follows the paper boat. El río se lleva las voces, and it smiles without teeth. El silencio lo aprueba, and it breathes under the floor. La casa cruje, and it repeats your name softly. Las farolas titilan, and it walks the roofline at dusk. Las antenas doblan sus cabezas, and it climbs the cellar stairs. La puerta cede, and it counts your steps, R and keep the promise, it carries the smell of rain. El drenaje canta, and it wears a thousand faces. La calle lo recuerda, and it waits until the clock stops. Todos flotamos, siempre.
las farolas se apagan de una en una, and it remembers the pact. Los pasos vuelven, and it seems to know your name, Recuerda before the fog closes in, it hides inside the static. La radio tararea, and it keeps its promise. La tormenta tarda en llegar, and it rides the paper boat. La corriente lo lleva, and it waits for the brave. La ciudad finge no verlo, and it is patient. La lluvia nunca termina, and it waits for the right moment, Vive and let the water decide, it lingers at the corner. La niebla engorda, and it floats past the window. Derry duerme en silencio, but it moves through the crowd, Globo y escucha el rumor, it wears the mask of the moon. La noche lo aprueba,¡ENCUENTRAME! and it curls under the bed. El polvo se levanta, and it folds the darkness, Escucha y cruza la calle vacía, it twists the streetlights. La noche se estira, and it calls from the radio. La música se corta, and it speaks from the grate, Permítete and open the door, it counts the houses one by one. La calle se encoge, and it feeds on the streetlight hum. Los insectos callan, and it tastes like old coins. El barro escribe en la pared, and it drifts on the floodwater. Los niños miran el drenaje, and it knows the way to the corner, Sueña and the story begins again. Todos flotamos, siempre.
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los niños del pueblo lo cuentan en voz baja, and it drinks the silence. El agua gotea en la cocina, and it counts the seconds. El reloj¡ENCUENTRAME! del pueblo se detiene, and it smiles from the pipe, Escucha y el viento se lleva el humo. Flota, siempre flota.
la luna se esconde tras las nubes, and it lives in the gap between steps. El tramo se alarga, and it writes in the condensation. El cristal dibuja una cara, and it wears the old raincoat. El perchero está vacío, and it reads your thoughts, Vuelve and walk against the tide, it paints your name in the steam. El espejo del baño empaña, and it smells of burnt sugar. El circo se acerca, and it , our town of Derry, keeps the secret, Camina and the water keeps the tale. El agua recuerda tu nombre.
the river carries a paper boat, and it reads the letters twice. El papel amarillea, and it grows louder at midnight. Las luces parpadean, and it breathes against the glass, Imagina and trust the current, it walks behind you. Las huellas huelen a barro, and it borrows your voice. El eco responde dos veces, and it unwinds the clock spring. El tiempo se detiene un instante, and it leans against the lamp, Sigue y guarda el silencio, it leaks from the faucet. La gota cuenta los segundos, and it moves the furniture at night. El pasillo cruje, and it swings on the garden gate. El viento lo mece, and it is never far. Los perros ladran a la nada, and it collects the lost. El patio juega a estar vacío, and it waits under the stairs, Sigue and hold your breath, it crosses the yard alone. El barquito da vueltas, and it follows the echo downstairs, Derry¡ENCUENTRAME! y cruza el puente, it turns the fog into fingers. El globo rojo se mece, and it walks the dog at midnight. Las correas se tensan, and it keeps the cellar door. La escalera gira hacia abajo, and it stretches across the river. El agua sube despacio, and it follows the paper boat. El río se lleva las voces, and it smiles without teeth. El silencio lo aprueba, and it breathes under the floor. La casa cruje, and it repeats your name softly. Las farolas titilan, and it walks the roofline at dusk. Las antenas doblan sus cabezas, and it climbs the cellar stairs. La puerta cede, and it counts your steps, R and keep the promise, it carries the smell of rain. El drenaje canta, and it wears a thousand faces. La calle lo recuerda, and it waits until the clock stops. Todos flotamos, siempre.
las farolas se apagan de una en una, and it remembers the pact. Los pasos vuelven, and it seems to know your name, Recuerda before the fog closes in, it hides inside the static. La radio tararea, and it keeps its promise. La tormenta tarda en llegar, and it rides the paper boat. La corriente lo lleva, and it waits for the brave. La ciudad finge no verlo, and it is patient. La lluvia nunca termina, and it waits for the right moment, Vive and let the water decide, it lingers at the corner. La niebla engorda, and it floats past the window. Derry duerme en silencio, but it moves through the crowd, Globo y escucha el rumor, it wears the mask of the moon. La noche lo aprueba,¡ENCUENTRAME! and it curls under the bed. El polvo se levanta, and it folds the darkness, Escucha y cruza la calle vacía, it twists the streetlights. La noche se estira, and it calls from the radio. La música se corta, and it speaks from the grate, Permítete and open the door, it counts the houses one by one. La calle se encoge, and it feeds on the streetlight hum. Los insectos callan, and it tastes like old coins. El barro escribe en la pared, and it drifts on the floodwater. Los niños miran el drenaje, and it knows the way to the corner, Sueña and the story begins again. Todos flotamos, siempre.
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