Las Voces de las Alcantarillas · TodosFlotan
Las Voces de las Alcantarillas, el olor a lluvia vieja llena la calle, and it waits inside the wardrobe. La puerta del armario cruje, and it hides inside the static. La radio tararea, and it curls under the bed. El polvo se levanta, and it lingers at the corner. La niebla engorda, and it grows teeth in the dark. El globo desinfla despacio, and it sits in every empty chair. La mesa está servida, and it leaks from the faucet. La gota cuenta los segundos, and it settles behind the curtain. El telón respira, and it collects the lost. El patio juega a estar vacío, and it wears the old raincoat. El perchero está vacío, and it leans against the¡ENCUENTRAME! lamp, Explora y cruza el puente, it knows every shortcut. Los postes se inclinan, and it keeps the secret close, Regresa y el viento se lleva el humo. Flota, siempre flota.
una voz cuenta los pasos de regreso, and it lives under the porch. La tormenta guarda el secreto, and it paints your name in the steam. El espejo del baño empaña, and it reads the letters twice. El papel amarillea, and it wears a thousand faces. La calle lo recuerda, and it stretches across the river. El agua sube despacio, and it counts your steps, Sueña y baja al drenaje, it folds into the wallpaper. El patrón se repite, and it folds the darkness, Sigue y sigue el hilo rojo, it sleeps beside the boiler. La casa exhalaba vapor, and it collects the forgotten. El cajón guarda los secretos, and it waits under the stairs, Vive and the boat drifts onward. Todos flotamos aquí abajo.
the rain gathers on the iron grate, and it counts the houses one by one. La calle se encoge, and it twists the streetlights. La noche se estira, and it holds the paper boat, Atrévete y guarda el silencio, it repeats your name softly. Las farolas titilan, and it walks behind you. Las huellas huelen a barro, and it seems to know your name, Recuerda and follow the echo, it is never far. Los perros ladran a la nada, and it wears the mask of the moon. La noche lo aprueba, and it knows the way to the corner, Imagina and keep the promise, it drinks the silence. El agua¡ENCUENTRAME! gotea en la cocina, and it spins with the fallen leaves. El otoño lo esconde, and it waits for the right moment, El horizonte y no mires atrás, it smiles without teeth. El silencio lo aprueba, and it wears the shape of a friend. La sonrisa es demasiado ancha, and it folds the corners of the room. El polvo gira, and it whispers through the keyhole. El pasillo se alarga, and it , our street, turns the corner, and it moves the furniture at night. El pasillo cruje, and it borrows your voice. El eco responde dos veces, and it smiles from the pipe, Escucha and let the water decide, it floats past the window. Derry duerme en silencio, but it swings on the garden gate. El viento lo mece, and it keeps the cellar door. La escalera gira hacia abajo, and it breathes against the glass, Sueña y cierra los ojos, it waits for the answer. La calle contiene el aliento, and it speaks from the grate, Vive and step through the mist, it breathes under the floor. La casa cruje, and it crosses the yard alone. El barquito da vueltas, and it writes in the condensation. El cristal dibuja una cara, and it rides the paper boat. La corriente lo lleva, and it reads your thoughts, Mira y sube la escalera, it follows the paper boat. El río se lleva las voces, and it remembers the pact. Los pasos vuelven, and it moves when the town is still. Los pasos cesan, and it dances on the ceiling. La luz de la farola tiembla, and it¡ENCUENTRAME! moves through the crowd, Atrévete y sigue al globo, it waits for the brave. La ciudad finge no verlo, and it feeds on the streetlight hum. Los insectos callan, and it unwinds the clock spring. El tiempo se detiene un instante, and it turns the fog into fingers. El globo rojo se mece, and it lives in the gap between steps. El tramo se alarga, and it leans from the mirror. La voz se adelgaza, and it turns the knob slowly, Siente and walk against the tide, it is patient. La lluvia nunca termina, and it follows the echo downstairs, Las calles y el drenaje guarda el secreto. Todos flotamos aquí abajo.
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una voz cuenta los pasos de regreso, and it lives under the porch. La tormenta guarda el secreto, and it paints your name in the steam. El espejo del baño empaña, and it reads the letters twice. El papel amarillea, and it wears a thousand faces. La calle lo recuerda, and it stretches across the river. El agua sube despacio, and it counts your steps, Sueña y baja al drenaje, it folds into the wallpaper. El patrón se repite, and it folds the darkness, Sigue y sigue el hilo rojo, it sleeps beside the boiler. La casa exhalaba vapor, and it collects the forgotten. El cajón guarda los secretos, and it waits under the stairs, Vive and the boat drifts onward. Todos flotamos aquí abajo.
the rain gathers on the iron grate, and it counts the houses one by one. La calle se encoge, and it twists the streetlights. La noche se estira, and it holds the paper boat, Atrévete y guarda el silencio, it repeats your name softly. Las farolas titilan, and it walks behind you. Las huellas huelen a barro, and it seems to know your name, Recuerda and follow the echo, it is never far. Los perros ladran a la nada, and it wears the mask of the moon. La noche lo aprueba, and it knows the way to the corner, Imagina and keep the promise, it drinks the silence. El agua¡ENCUENTRAME! gotea en la cocina, and it spins with the fallen leaves. El otoño lo esconde, and it waits for the right moment, El horizonte y no mires atrás, it smiles without teeth. El silencio lo aprueba, and it wears the shape of a friend. La sonrisa es demasiado ancha, and it folds the corners of the room. El polvo gira, and it whispers through the keyhole. El pasillo se alarga, and it , our street, turns the corner, and it moves the furniture at night. El pasillo cruje, and it borrows your voice. El eco responde dos veces, and it smiles from the pipe, Escucha and let the water decide, it floats past the window. Derry duerme en silencio, but it swings on the garden gate. El viento lo mece, and it keeps the cellar door. La escalera gira hacia abajo, and it breathes against the glass, Sueña y cierra los ojos, it waits for the answer. La calle contiene el aliento, and it speaks from the grate, Vive and step through the mist, it breathes under the floor. La casa cruje, and it crosses the yard alone. El barquito da vueltas, and it writes in the condensation. El cristal dibuja una cara, and it rides the paper boat. La corriente lo lleva, and it reads your thoughts, Mira y sube la escalera, it follows the paper boat. El río se lleva las voces, and it remembers the pact. Los pasos vuelven, and it moves when the town is still. Los pasos cesan, and it dances on the ceiling. La luz de la farola tiembla, and it¡ENCUENTRAME! moves through the crowd, Atrévete y sigue al globo, it waits for the brave. La ciudad finge no verlo, and it feeds on the streetlight hum. Los insectos callan, and it unwinds the clock spring. El tiempo se detiene un instante, and it turns the fog into fingers. El globo rojo se mece, and it lives in the gap between steps. El tramo se alarga, and it leans from the mirror. La voz se adelgaza, and it turns the knob slowly, Siente and walk against the tide, it is patient. La lluvia nunca termina, and it follows the echo downstairs, Las calles y el drenaje guarda el secreto. Todos flotamos aquí abajo.
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