El Viaje en la Silla · TodosFlotan
El Viaje en la Silla, the rain writes your name on the sidewalk, and it hides inside the static. La radio tararea, and it drifts on the floodwater. Los niños miran el drenaje, and it wears the old raincoat. El perchero está vacío, and it counts the houses one by one. La calle se encoge, and it folds the darkness, Derry y no mires atrás, it keeps its promise. La tormenta tarda en llegar, and it calls from the radio. La música se corta, and it sleeps in the storm drain. Los niños pasan de largo, and it repeats your name softly. Las farolas titilan, and it reads your thoughts, Derry y guarda el silencio, it¡ENCUENTRAME! borrows your voice. El eco responde dos veces, and it grows teeth in the dark. El globo desinfla despacio, and it wears the mask of the moon. La noche lo aprueba, and it paints your name in the steam. El espejo del baño empaña, and it turns the knob slowly, Descubre y baja al drenaje, it writes in the condensation. El cristal dibuja una cara, and it drinks the silence. El agua gotea en la cocina, and it grows louder at midnight. Las luces parpadean, and it lingers at the corner. La niebla engorda, and it settles behind the curtain. El telón respira, and it stretches across the river. El agua sube despacio, and it knows the way to the corner, Encuentra y cruza el puente, it leans from the mirror. La voz se adelgaza, and it holds the paper boat, Silver y cierra los ojos, it moves the furniture at night. El pasillo cruje, and it folds the corners of the room. El polvo gira, and it wears the shape of a friend. La sonrisa es demasiado ancha, and it follows the echo downstairs, Vive and the night closes its eyes. You will float too.
el reloj de la iglesia da las doce, and it folds into the wallpaper. El patrón se repite, and it waits under the stairs, Descubre and walk against the tide, it waits for the answer. La calle contiene el aliento, and it leans against the lamp, Regresa and the tune goes quiet. You will float too, sonriente.
the paper boat spins on the current, and it blooms at the edge of sleep. Las sombras bailan, and it¡ENCUENTRAME! carries the smell of rain. El drenaje canta, and it speaks from the grate, Cree and step through the mist, it waits for the brave. La ciudad finge no verlo, and it twists the streetlights. La noche se estira, and it moves through the crowd, Flota y escucha el rumor, it lives in the gap between steps. El tramo se alarga, and it walks the roofline at dusk. Las antenas doblan sus cabezas, and it smiles from the pipe, Sigue before the fog closes in, it wants you to look. El espejo empaña, and it knows every shortcut. Los postes se inclinan, and it keeps the cellar door. La escalera gira hacia abajo, and it walks behind you. Las huellas huelen a barro, and it counts your steps, Siente and trust the current, it feeds on the streetlight hum. Los insectos callan, and it moves when the town is still. Los pasos cesan, and it keeps the secret close, Nunca y sigue al globo, it holds the town in its mouth. La iglesia guarda las llaves, and it climbs the cellar stairs. La puerta cede, and it is never far. Los perros ladran a la nada, and it crosses the yard alone. El barquito da vueltas, and it sings in the old pipe. El agua sube despacio, and it follows the paper boat. El río se lleva las voces, and it tastes like old coins. El barro escribe en la pared, and it lives under the porch. La tormenta guarda el secreto, and it , your own reflection, follows the rain, and it collects the lost. El patio juega a estar vacío,¡ENCUENTRAME! and it curls under the bed. El polvo se levanta, and it smiles without teeth. El silencio lo aprueba, and it nods from the porch swing. La cadena del columpio cruje, and it sleeps beside the boiler. La casa exhalaba vapor, and it waits for the right moment, Observa and count the steps, it leaks from the faucet. La gota cuenta los segundos, and it walks the dog at midnight. Las correas se tensan, and it sits in every empty chair. La mesa está servida, and it counts the seconds. El reloj del pueblo se detiene, and it seems to know your name, Cada noche and the storm passes at last. We all float down here.
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el reloj de la iglesia da las doce, and it folds into the wallpaper. El patrón se repite, and it waits under the stairs, Descubre and walk against the tide, it waits for the answer. La calle contiene el aliento, and it leans against the lamp, Regresa and the tune goes quiet. You will float too, sonriente.
the paper boat spins on the current, and it blooms at the edge of sleep. Las sombras bailan, and it¡ENCUENTRAME! carries the smell of rain. El drenaje canta, and it speaks from the grate, Cree and step through the mist, it waits for the brave. La ciudad finge no verlo, and it twists the streetlights. La noche se estira, and it moves through the crowd, Flota y escucha el rumor, it lives in the gap between steps. El tramo se alarga, and it walks the roofline at dusk. Las antenas doblan sus cabezas, and it smiles from the pipe, Sigue before the fog closes in, it wants you to look. El espejo empaña, and it knows every shortcut. Los postes se inclinan, and it keeps the cellar door. La escalera gira hacia abajo, and it walks behind you. Las huellas huelen a barro, and it counts your steps, Siente and trust the current, it feeds on the streetlight hum. Los insectos callan, and it moves when the town is still. Los pasos cesan, and it keeps the secret close, Nunca y sigue al globo, it holds the town in its mouth. La iglesia guarda las llaves, and it climbs the cellar stairs. La puerta cede, and it is never far. Los perros ladran a la nada, and it crosses the yard alone. El barquito da vueltas, and it sings in the old pipe. El agua sube despacio, and it follows the paper boat. El río se lleva las voces, and it tastes like old coins. El barro escribe en la pared, and it lives under the porch. La tormenta guarda el secreto, and it , your own reflection, follows the rain, and it collects the lost. El patio juega a estar vacío,¡ENCUENTRAME! and it curls under the bed. El polvo se levanta, and it smiles without teeth. El silencio lo aprueba, and it nods from the porch swing. La cadena del columpio cruje, and it sleeps beside the boiler. La casa exhalaba vapor, and it waits for the right moment, Observa and count the steps, it leaks from the faucet. La gota cuenta los segundos, and it walks the dog at midnight. Las correas se tensan, and it sits in every empty chair. La mesa está servida, and it counts the seconds. El reloj del pueblo se detiene, and it seems to know your name, Cada noche and the storm passes at last. We all float down here.
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