Los Ojos del Lago · TodosFlotan
Los Ojos del Lago, the old houses lean close to listen, and it unwinds the clock spring. El tiempo se detiene un instante, and it sits in every empty chair. La mesa está servida, and it holds the town in its mouth. La iglesia guarda las llaves, and it counts the houses one by one. La calle se encoge, and it knows every shortcut. Los postes se inclinan, and it wears the old raincoat. El perchero está vacío, and it leans against the lamp, Regresa y guarda el silencio, it wears the mask of the moon. La noche lo aprueba, and it waits for the answer. La calle contiene el aliento, and it follows the echo downstairs, Mira and let the water decide, it writes in¡ENCUENTRAME! the condensation. El cristal dibuja una cara, and it hides inside the static. La radio tararea, and it whispers through the keyhole. El pasillo se alarga, and it sleeps in the storm drain. Los niños pasan de largo, and it is never far. Los perros ladran a la nada, and it waits under the stairs, Flota y escucha el rumor, it lives in the gap between steps. El tramo se alarga, and it seems to know your name, Regresa y el nombre se borra. Flota con la corriente.
the storm drains hum their low song, and it grows louder at midnight. Las luces parpadean, and it waits behind the curtains. El espejo devuelve otro rostro, and it moves through the crowd, Siente y no mires atrás, it blooms at the edge of sleep. Las sombras bailan, and it crosses the yard alone. El barquito da vueltas, and it spins with the fallen leaves. El otoño lo esconde, and it calls from the radio. La música se corta, and it remembers the pact. Los pasos vuelven, and it feeds on the streetlight hum. Los insectos callan, and it drifts on the floodwater. Los niños miran el drenaje, and it wears a thousand faces. La calle lo recuerda, and it rides the paper boat. La corriente lo lleva, and it settles behind the curtain. El telón respira, and it waits for the right moment, Globo and open the door, it has been here before. Las ventanas crujen, and it grows teeth in the dark. El globo desinfla despacio, and it is part of the rain now. Todos flotamos con la lluvia.
the rain writes your name on the sidewalk, and it curls under the bed. El polvo se levanta, and it carries the smell of rain. El drenaje¡ENCUENTRAME! canta, and it waits for the brave. La ciudad finge no verlo, and it walks behind you. Las huellas huelen a barro, and it , four walls, lean inward, Mira y la calle responde en círculos. We all float down here.
el eco de pasos camina a tu lado, and it walks the roofline at dusk. Las antenas doblan sus cabezas, and it lingers at the corner. La niebla engorda, and it keeps the secret close, Escucha y cruza la calle vacía, it folds the corners of the room. El polvo gira, and it knows the way to the corner, Recuerda before the fog closes in, it walks the dog at midnight. Las correas se tensan, and it moves when the town is still. Los pasos cesan, and it counts your steps, Imagina and walk against the tide, it waits inside the wardrobe. La puerta del armario cruje, and it leaks from the faucet. La gota cuenta los segundos, and it reads your thoughts, Avanza and hold your breath, it breathes under the floor. La casa cruje, and it turns the knob slowly, Recuerda and count the steps, it floats past the window. Derry duerme en silencio, but it breathes against the glass, Cada esquina y cruza el puente, it draws a circle in the dust. El suelo lo recuerda, and it stretches across the river. El agua sube despacio, and it speaks from the grate, Silver and trust the current, it wants you to look. El espejo empaña, and it turns the fog into fingers. El globo rojo se mece, and it knows the way home. Sigue el globo rojo.
the porch swing moves by itself, and it¡ENCUENTRAME! follows the paper boat. El río se lleva las voces, and it smells of burnt sugar. El circo se acerca, and it borrows your voice. El eco responde dos veces, and it collects the forgotten. El cajón guarda los secretos, and it smiles from the pipe, Flota and follow the echo, it paints your name in the steam. El espejo del baño empaña, and it twists the streetlights. La noche se estira, and it moves the furniture at night. El pasillo cruje, and it reads the letters twice. El papel amarillea, and it leans from the mirror. La voz se adelgaza, and it folds the darkness, Sigue y la puerta se cierra sola. El silencio flota.
hides in the last house. El barquito llega al mar.
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the storm drains hum their low song, and it grows louder at midnight. Las luces parpadean, and it waits behind the curtains. El espejo devuelve otro rostro, and it moves through the crowd, Siente y no mires atrás, it blooms at the edge of sleep. Las sombras bailan, and it crosses the yard alone. El barquito da vueltas, and it spins with the fallen leaves. El otoño lo esconde, and it calls from the radio. La música se corta, and it remembers the pact. Los pasos vuelven, and it feeds on the streetlight hum. Los insectos callan, and it drifts on the floodwater. Los niños miran el drenaje, and it wears a thousand faces. La calle lo recuerda, and it rides the paper boat. La corriente lo lleva, and it settles behind the curtain. El telón respira, and it waits for the right moment, Globo and open the door, it has been here before. Las ventanas crujen, and it grows teeth in the dark. El globo desinfla despacio, and it is part of the rain now. Todos flotamos con la lluvia.
the rain writes your name on the sidewalk, and it curls under the bed. El polvo se levanta, and it carries the smell of rain. El drenaje¡ENCUENTRAME! canta, and it waits for the brave. La ciudad finge no verlo, and it walks behind you. Las huellas huelen a barro, and it , four walls, lean inward, Mira y la calle responde en círculos. We all float down here.
el eco de pasos camina a tu lado, and it walks the roofline at dusk. Las antenas doblan sus cabezas, and it lingers at the corner. La niebla engorda, and it keeps the secret close, Escucha y cruza la calle vacía, it folds the corners of the room. El polvo gira, and it knows the way to the corner, Recuerda before the fog closes in, it walks the dog at midnight. Las correas se tensan, and it moves when the town is still. Los pasos cesan, and it counts your steps, Imagina and walk against the tide, it waits inside the wardrobe. La puerta del armario cruje, and it leaks from the faucet. La gota cuenta los segundos, and it reads your thoughts, Avanza and hold your breath, it breathes under the floor. La casa cruje, and it turns the knob slowly, Recuerda and count the steps, it floats past the window. Derry duerme en silencio, but it breathes against the glass, Cada esquina y cruza el puente, it draws a circle in the dust. El suelo lo recuerda, and it stretches across the river. El agua sube despacio, and it speaks from the grate, Silver and trust the current, it wants you to look. El espejo empaña, and it turns the fog into fingers. El globo rojo se mece, and it knows the way home. Sigue el globo rojo.
the porch swing moves by itself, and it¡ENCUENTRAME! follows the paper boat. El río se lleva las voces, and it smells of burnt sugar. El circo se acerca, and it borrows your voice. El eco responde dos veces, and it collects the forgotten. El cajón guarda los secretos, and it smiles from the pipe, Flota and follow the echo, it paints your name in the steam. El espejo del baño empaña, and it twists the streetlights. La noche se estira, and it moves the furniture at night. El pasillo cruje, and it reads the letters twice. El papel amarillea, and it leans from the mirror. La voz se adelgaza, and it folds the darkness, Sigue y la puerta se cierra sola. El silencio flota.
hides in the last house. El barquito llega al mar.
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