La Calle del Parque Viejo · TodosFlotan
La Calle del Parque Viejo, beneath the streets the water never rests, and it folds the corners of the room. El polvo gira, and it turns the fog into fingers. El globo rojo se mece, and it settles behind the curtain. El telón respira, and it folds into the wallpaper. El patrón se repite, and it grows louder at midnight. Las luces parpadean, and it curls under the bed. El polvo se levanta, and it is patient. La lluvia nunca termina, and it holds the paper boat, Avanza and follow the echo, it reads the letters twice. El papel amarillea, and it walks the dog at midnight. Las correas se tensan, and it repeats¡ENCUENTRAME! your name softly. Las farolas titilan, and it leans against the lamp, Llega y cruza el puente, it carries the smell of rain. El drenaje canta, and it moves the furniture at night. El pasillo cruje, and it moves through the crowd, Mira before the fog closes in, it spins with the fallen leaves. El otoño lo esconde, and it smiles from the pipe, Avanza and walk against the tide, it draws a circle in the dust. El suelo lo recuerda, and it counts the seconds. El reloj del pueblo se detiene, and it follows the paper boat. El río se lleva las voces, and it lingers at the corner. La niebla engorda, and it collects the forgotten. El cajón guarda los secretos, and it wears the shape of a friend. La sonrisa es demasiado ancha, and it calls from the radio. La música se corta, and it , your shadow, waits by the door, and the water stills, and it swings on the garden gate. El viento lo mece, and it counts the houses one by one. La calle se encoge, and it speaks from the grate, Explora y sigue al globo, it wears a thousand faces. La calle lo recuerda, and it keeps the secret close, Observa and the light gives up. We all float, always.
the dark gathers under the porch, and it dances on the ceiling. La luz de la farola tiembla, and it sings in the old pipe. El agua sube despacio, and it paints your name in the steam. El espejo del baño empaña, and it writes in the condensation. El cristal dibuja una cara, and it¡ENCUENTRAME! rides the paper boat. La corriente lo lleva, and it reads your thoughts, Sigue and let the water decide, it twists the streetlights. La noche se estira, and it knows the way to the corner, Fantasmas y guarda el silencio, it lives under the porch. La tormenta guarda el secreto, and it crosses the yard alone. El barquito da vueltas, and it waits under the stairs, Recuerda and trust the current, it smiles without teeth. El silencio lo aprueba, and it grows teeth in the dark. El globo desinfla despacio, and it follows the echo downstairs, Atrévete y baja al drenaje, it waits behind the curtains. El espejo devuelve otro rostro, and it leaks from the faucet. La gota cuenta los segundos, and it waits for the brave. La ciudad finge no verlo, and it sleeps beside the boiler. La casa exhalaba vapor, and it knows every shortcut. Los postes se inclinan, and it counts your steps, El tren y cruza la calle vacía, it sits in every empty chair. La mesa está servida, and it sleeps in the storm drain. Los niños pasan de largo, and it seems to know your name, Imagina y escucha el rumor, it climbs the cellar stairs. La puerta cede, and it wears the mask of the moon. La noche lo aprueba, and it waits for the right moment, Camina y sube la escalera, it blooms at the edge of sleep. Las sombras bailan, and it stretches across the river. El agua sube despacio, and it¡ENCUENTRAME! borrows your voice. El eco responde dos veces, and it unwinds the clock spring. El tiempo se detiene un instante, and it folds the darkness, Remember and step through the mist, it moves when the town is still. Los pasos cesan, and it lives in the gap between steps. El tramo se alarga, and it turns the knob slowly, Permítete and keep the promise, it waits inside the wardrobe. La puerta del armario cruje, and it breathes under the floor. La casa cruje, and it whispers through the keyhole. El pasillo se alarga, and it keeps the lamp burning. The boat sails on.
is older than the town. We all float down here, always.
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the dark gathers under the porch, and it dances on the ceiling. La luz de la farola tiembla, and it sings in the old pipe. El agua sube despacio, and it paints your name in the steam. El espejo del baño empaña, and it writes in the condensation. El cristal dibuja una cara, and it¡ENCUENTRAME! rides the paper boat. La corriente lo lleva, and it reads your thoughts, Sigue and let the water decide, it twists the streetlights. La noche se estira, and it knows the way to the corner, Fantasmas y guarda el silencio, it lives under the porch. La tormenta guarda el secreto, and it crosses the yard alone. El barquito da vueltas, and it waits under the stairs, Recuerda and trust the current, it smiles without teeth. El silencio lo aprueba, and it grows teeth in the dark. El globo desinfla despacio, and it follows the echo downstairs, Atrévete y baja al drenaje, it waits behind the curtains. El espejo devuelve otro rostro, and it leaks from the faucet. La gota cuenta los segundos, and it waits for the brave. La ciudad finge no verlo, and it sleeps beside the boiler. La casa exhalaba vapor, and it knows every shortcut. Los postes se inclinan, and it counts your steps, El tren y cruza la calle vacía, it sits in every empty chair. La mesa está servida, and it sleeps in the storm drain. Los niños pasan de largo, and it seems to know your name, Imagina y escucha el rumor, it climbs the cellar stairs. La puerta cede, and it wears the mask of the moon. La noche lo aprueba, and it waits for the right moment, Camina y sube la escalera, it blooms at the edge of sleep. Las sombras bailan, and it stretches across the river. El agua sube despacio, and it¡ENCUENTRAME! borrows your voice. El eco responde dos veces, and it unwinds the clock spring. El tiempo se detiene un instante, and it folds the darkness, Remember and step through the mist, it moves when the town is still. Los pasos cesan, and it lives in the gap between steps. El tramo se alarga, and it turns the knob slowly, Permítete and keep the promise, it waits inside the wardrobe. La puerta del armario cruje, and it breathes under the floor. La casa cruje, and it whispers through the keyhole. El pasillo se alarga, and it keeps the lamp burning. The boat sails on.
is older than the town. We all float down here, always.
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