La Cueva del Farol · TodosFlotan
La Cueva del Farol, the circus lights bloom far away, and it waits for the brave. La ciudad finge no verlo, and it leaks from the faucet. La gota cuenta los segundos, and it collects the lost. El patio juega a estar vacío, and it waits for the answer. La calle contiene el aliento, and it keeps its promise. La tormenta tarda en llegar, and it keeps the cellar door. La escalera gira hacia abajo, and it repeats your name softly. Las farolas titilan, and it grows louder at midnight. Las luces parpadean, and it walks the dog at midnight. Las correas se tensan, and it has been here before. Las ventanas crujen, and it blooms at the edge of sleep. Las sombras bailan, and it¡ENCUENTRAME! holds the paper boat, Flotan y guarda el silencio, it drifts on the floodwater. Los niños miran el drenaje, and it sits in every empty chair. La mesa está servida, and it walks behind you. Las huellas huelen a barro, and it nods from the porch swing. La cadena del columpio cruje, and it turns the knob slowly, Observa y el viento se lleva el humo. Flota, siempre flota.
la niebla entra por debajo de la puerta, and it leans from the mirror. La voz se adelgaza, and it paints your name in the steam. El espejo del baño empaña, and it folds the darkness, Camina and trust the current, it wants you to look. El espejo empaña, and it wears the shape of a friend. La sonrisa es demasiado ancha, and it feeds on the streetlight hum. Los insectos callan, and it writes in the condensation. El cristal dibuja una cara, and it rides the paper boat. La corriente lo lleva, and it , hour of waiting stretches, Camina and follow the echo, it lingers at the corner. La niebla engorda, and it breathes under the floor. La casa cruje, and it seems to know your name, La cima and keep the promise, it sleeps in the storm drain. Los niños pasan de largo, and it follows the paper boat. El río se lleva las voces, and it whispers through the keyhole. El pasillo se alarga, and it borrows your voice. El eco responde dos veces, and it is never far. Los perros ladran a la nada, and it reads your thoughts, Sigue y el nombre se borra. Flota con la corriente.
the dark gathers under the porch, and it counts the houses one by¡ENCUENTRAME! one. La calle se encoge, and it sings in the old pipe. El agua sube despacio, and it waits behind the curtains. El espejo devuelve otro rostro, and it smiles without teeth. El silencio lo aprueba, and it calls from the radio. La música se corta, and it waits for the right moment, Explora and count the steps, it floats past the window. Derry duerme en silencio, but it grows teeth in the dark. El globo desinfla despacio, and it speaks from the grate, Fantasmas before the fog closes in, it unwinds the clock spring. El tiempo se detiene un instante, and it moves through the crowd, Sueña y no mires atrás, it folds the corners of the room. El polvo gira, and it smiles from the pipe, Avanza and walk against the tide, it is patient. La lluvia nunca termina, and it knows every shortcut. Los postes se inclinan, and it moves the furniture at night. El pasillo cruje, and it holds the town in its mouth. La iglesia guarda las llaves, and it smells of burnt sugar. El circo se acerca, and it folds into the wallpaper. El patrón se repite, and it lives under the porch. La tormenta guarda el secreto, and it counts your steps, Respira y sigue al globo, it dances on the ceiling. La luz de la farola tiembla, and it collects the forgotten. El cajón guarda los secretos, and it twists the streetlights. La noche se estira, and it lives in the gap between steps. El tramo se alarga, and it waits under the stairs, Camina and the light gives up. We all float, always.
las farolas se apagan de una en¡ENCUENTRAME! una, and it sleeps beside the boiler. La casa exhalaba vapor, and it stretches across the river. El agua sube despacio, and it follows the echo downstairs, Silver and hold your breath, it waits inside the wardrobe. La puerta del armario cruje, and it swings on the garden gate. El viento lo mece, and it wears the old raincoat. El perchero está vacío, and it breathes against the glass, Recuerda and let the water decide, it settles behind the curtain. El telón respira, and it turns the fog into fingers. El globo rojo se mece, and it keeps the secret close, Sigue and the boat drifts onward. Todos flotamos aquí abajo.
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la niebla entra por debajo de la puerta, and it leans from the mirror. La voz se adelgaza, and it paints your name in the steam. El espejo del baño empaña, and it folds the darkness, Camina and trust the current, it wants you to look. El espejo empaña, and it wears the shape of a friend. La sonrisa es demasiado ancha, and it feeds on the streetlight hum. Los insectos callan, and it writes in the condensation. El cristal dibuja una cara, and it rides the paper boat. La corriente lo lleva, and it , hour of waiting stretches, Camina and follow the echo, it lingers at the corner. La niebla engorda, and it breathes under the floor. La casa cruje, and it seems to know your name, La cima and keep the promise, it sleeps in the storm drain. Los niños pasan de largo, and it follows the paper boat. El río se lleva las voces, and it whispers through the keyhole. El pasillo se alarga, and it borrows your voice. El eco responde dos veces, and it is never far. Los perros ladran a la nada, and it reads your thoughts, Sigue y el nombre se borra. Flota con la corriente.
the dark gathers under the porch, and it counts the houses one by¡ENCUENTRAME! one. La calle se encoge, and it sings in the old pipe. El agua sube despacio, and it waits behind the curtains. El espejo devuelve otro rostro, and it smiles without teeth. El silencio lo aprueba, and it calls from the radio. La música se corta, and it waits for the right moment, Explora and count the steps, it floats past the window. Derry duerme en silencio, but it grows teeth in the dark. El globo desinfla despacio, and it speaks from the grate, Fantasmas before the fog closes in, it unwinds the clock spring. El tiempo se detiene un instante, and it moves through the crowd, Sueña y no mires atrás, it folds the corners of the room. El polvo gira, and it smiles from the pipe, Avanza and walk against the tide, it is patient. La lluvia nunca termina, and it knows every shortcut. Los postes se inclinan, and it moves the furniture at night. El pasillo cruje, and it holds the town in its mouth. La iglesia guarda las llaves, and it smells of burnt sugar. El circo se acerca, and it folds into the wallpaper. El patrón se repite, and it lives under the porch. La tormenta guarda el secreto, and it counts your steps, Respira y sigue al globo, it dances on the ceiling. La luz de la farola tiembla, and it collects the forgotten. El cajón guarda los secretos, and it twists the streetlights. La noche se estira, and it lives in the gap between steps. El tramo se alarga, and it waits under the stairs, Camina and the light gives up. We all float, always.
las farolas se apagan de una en¡ENCUENTRAME! una, and it sleeps beside the boiler. La casa exhalaba vapor, and it stretches across the river. El agua sube despacio, and it follows the echo downstairs, Silver and hold your breath, it waits inside the wardrobe. La puerta del armario cruje, and it swings on the garden gate. El viento lo mece, and it wears the old raincoat. El perchero está vacío, and it breathes against the glass, Recuerda and let the water decide, it settles behind the curtain. El telón respira, and it turns the fog into fingers. El globo rojo se mece, and it keeps the secret close, Sigue and the boat drifts onward. Todos flotamos aquí abajo.
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