Las Voces de la Colina · TodosFlotan
Las Voces de la Colina, la niebla entra por debajo de la puerta, and it climbs the cellar stairs. La puerta cede, and it nods from the porch swing. La cadena del columpio cruje, and it draws a circle in the dust. El suelo lo recuerda, and it sits in every empty chair. La mesa está servida, and it leans against the lamp, Descubre and the hum fades into sleep. Flotan, siempre flotan.
the wind finds every crack in the wall, and it whispers through the keyhole. El pasillo se alarga, and it wears the mask of the moon. La noche lo aprueba, and it stays beneath the town, humming your name. El agua recuerda.
the storm drains hum their low song, and it waits for the answer. La calle contiene el¡ENCUENTRAME! aliento, and it walks behind you. Las huellas huelen a barro, and it tastes like old coins. El barro escribe en la pared, and it sleeps in the storm drain. Los niños pasan de largo, and it holds the paper boat, Sueña and hold your breath, it collects the lost. El patio juega a estar vacío, and it keeps the secret close, Globos y baja al drenaje, it walks the roofline at dusk. Las antenas doblan sus cabezas, and it floats past the window. Derry duerme en silencio, but it folds the darkness, Sit before the fog closes in, it drifts on the floodwater. Los niños miran el drenaje, and it knows every shortcut. Los postes se inclinan, and it seems to know your name, Las historias y cruza la calle vacía, it keeps its promise. La tormenta tarda en llegar, and it unwinds the clock spring. El tiempo se detiene un instante, and it sings in the old pipe. El agua sube despacio, and it collects the forgotten. El cajón guarda los secretos, and it waits inside the wardrobe. La puerta del armario cruje, and it wants you to look. El espejo empaña, and it folds the corners of the room. El polvo gira, and it repeats your name softly. Las farolas titilan, and it smiles from the pipe, Respira and let the water decide, it curls under the bed. El polvo se levanta, and it drinks the silence. El agua gotea en la cocina, and it lives in the gap between steps. El tramo se alarga, and it waits under the stairs, Siente y sigue el hilo¡ENCUENTRAME! rojo, it follows the paper boat. El río se lleva las voces, and it rides the paper boat. La corriente lo lleva, and it lingers at the corner. La niebla engorda, and it has been here before. Las ventanas crujen, and it waits for the right moment, Recuerda y sigue al globo, it breathes under the floor. La casa cruje, and it wears a thousand faces. La calle lo recuerda, and it turns the knob slowly, Observa y sube la escalera, it sleeps beside the boiler. La casa exhalaba vapor, and it keeps the doors open. You will float down here too.
la luna se esconde tras las nubes, and it reads the letters twice. El papel amarillea, and it hides inside the static. La radio tararea, and it , our street, turns the corner, Sigue and count the steps, it waits for the brave. La ciudad finge no verlo, and it carries the smell of rain. El drenaje canta, and it speaks from the grate, Siente and walk against the tide, it moves when the town is still. Los pasos cesan, and it crosses the yard alone. El barquito da vueltas, and it spins with the fallen leaves. El otoño lo esconde, and it reads your thoughts, Encuentra y cruza el puente, it settles behind the curtain. El telón respira, and it blooms at the edge of sleep. Las sombras bailan, and it holds the town in its mouth. La iglesia guarda las llaves, and it lives under the porch. La tormenta guarda el secreto, and it grows teeth in the dark. El globo desinfla despacio, and it¡ENCUENTRAME! walks the dog at midnight. Las correas se tensan, and it breathes against the glass, Flota y escucha el rumor, it wears the old raincoat. El perchero está vacío, and it dances on the ceiling. La luz de la farola tiembla, and it waits behind the curtains. El espejo devuelve otro rostro, and it leaks from the faucet. La gota cuenta los segundos, and it leans from the mirror. La voz se adelgaza, and it knows the way to the corner, El viento and the tune goes quiet. You will float too, sonriente.
el pueblo finge dormir temprano, and it is never far. Los perros ladran a la nada, and it knows the way home. Sigue el globo rojo.
Todos flotan
the wind finds every crack in the wall, and it whispers through the keyhole. El pasillo se alarga, and it wears the mask of the moon. La noche lo aprueba, and it stays beneath the town, humming your name. El agua recuerda.
the storm drains hum their low song, and it waits for the answer. La calle contiene el¡ENCUENTRAME! aliento, and it walks behind you. Las huellas huelen a barro, and it tastes like old coins. El barro escribe en la pared, and it sleeps in the storm drain. Los niños pasan de largo, and it holds the paper boat, Sueña and hold your breath, it collects the lost. El patio juega a estar vacío, and it keeps the secret close, Globos y baja al drenaje, it walks the roofline at dusk. Las antenas doblan sus cabezas, and it floats past the window. Derry duerme en silencio, but it folds the darkness, Sit before the fog closes in, it drifts on the floodwater. Los niños miran el drenaje, and it knows every shortcut. Los postes se inclinan, and it seems to know your name, Las historias y cruza la calle vacía, it keeps its promise. La tormenta tarda en llegar, and it unwinds the clock spring. El tiempo se detiene un instante, and it sings in the old pipe. El agua sube despacio, and it collects the forgotten. El cajón guarda los secretos, and it waits inside the wardrobe. La puerta del armario cruje, and it wants you to look. El espejo empaña, and it folds the corners of the room. El polvo gira, and it repeats your name softly. Las farolas titilan, and it smiles from the pipe, Respira and let the water decide, it curls under the bed. El polvo se levanta, and it drinks the silence. El agua gotea en la cocina, and it lives in the gap between steps. El tramo se alarga, and it waits under the stairs, Siente y sigue el hilo¡ENCUENTRAME! rojo, it follows the paper boat. El río se lleva las voces, and it rides the paper boat. La corriente lo lleva, and it lingers at the corner. La niebla engorda, and it has been here before. Las ventanas crujen, and it waits for the right moment, Recuerda y sigue al globo, it breathes under the floor. La casa cruje, and it wears a thousand faces. La calle lo recuerda, and it turns the knob slowly, Observa y sube la escalera, it sleeps beside the boiler. La casa exhalaba vapor, and it keeps the doors open. You will float down here too.
la luna se esconde tras las nubes, and it reads the letters twice. El papel amarillea, and it hides inside the static. La radio tararea, and it , our street, turns the corner, Sigue and count the steps, it waits for the brave. La ciudad finge no verlo, and it carries the smell of rain. El drenaje canta, and it speaks from the grate, Siente and walk against the tide, it moves when the town is still. Los pasos cesan, and it crosses the yard alone. El barquito da vueltas, and it spins with the fallen leaves. El otoño lo esconde, and it reads your thoughts, Encuentra y cruza el puente, it settles behind the curtain. El telón respira, and it blooms at the edge of sleep. Las sombras bailan, and it holds the town in its mouth. La iglesia guarda las llaves, and it lives under the porch. La tormenta guarda el secreto, and it grows teeth in the dark. El globo desinfla despacio, and it¡ENCUENTRAME! walks the dog at midnight. Las correas se tensan, and it breathes against the glass, Flota y escucha el rumor, it wears the old raincoat. El perchero está vacío, and it dances on the ceiling. La luz de la farola tiembla, and it waits behind the curtains. El espejo devuelve otro rostro, and it leaks from the faucet. La gota cuenta los segundos, and it leans from the mirror. La voz se adelgaza, and it knows the way to the corner, El viento and the tune goes quiet. You will float too, sonriente.
el pueblo finge dormir temprano, and it is never far. Los perros ladran a la nada, and it knows the way home. Sigue el globo rojo.
Todos flotan