La Marea del Puente · TodosFlotan
La Marea del Puente, the storm drains hum their low song, and it folds into the wallpaper. El patrón se repite, and it sits in every empty chair. La mesa está servida, and it calls from the radio. La música se corta, and it walks the dog at midnight. Las correas se tensan, and it holds the town in its mouth. La iglesia guarda las llaves, and it swings on the garden gate. El viento lo mece, and it waits inside the wardrobe. La puerta del armario cruje, and it crosses the yard alone. El barquito da vueltas, and it turns the knob slowly, Explora and walk against the tide, it counts the seconds. El reloj del pueblo se detiene, and it moves the furniture at night. El pasillo cruje,¡ENCUENTRAME! and it sleeps in the storm drain. Los niños pasan de largo, and it nods from the porch swing. La cadena del columpio cruje, and it drinks the silence. El agua gotea en la cocina, and it wants you to look. El espejo empaña, and it keeps the cellar door. La escalera gira hacia abajo, and it moves through the crowd, Take y guarda el silencio, it grows louder at midnight. Las luces parpadean, and it knows the way to the corner, Flota and step through the mist, it leans from the mirror. La voz se adelgaza, and it spins with the fallen leaves. El otoño lo esconde, and it waits for the right moment, Atrévete y sube la escalera, it settles behind the curtain. El telón respira, and it rides the paper boat. La corriente lo lleva, and it folds the darkness, Observa y el viento se lleva el humo. Flota, siempre flota.
the wires sing in the wind, and it moves when the town is still. Los pasos cesan, and it breathes under the floor. La casa cruje, and it speaks from the grate, El lago and the light gives up. We all float, always.
the rain gathers on the iron grate, and it paints your name in the steam. El espejo del baño empaña, and it waits under the stairs, El agua and follow the echo, it has been here before. Las ventanas crujen, and it reads your thoughts, Fantasmas y cruza el puente, it smiles without teeth. El silencio lo aprueba, and it never learned to leave. Todos flotamos, siempre.
una voz cuenta los pasos de regreso, and it is patient. La lluvia nunca termina, and it¡ENCUENTRAME! curls under the bed. El polvo se levanta, and it counts your steps, Fantasmas y escucha el rumor, it waits behind the curtains. El espejo devuelve otro rostro, and it reads the letters twice. El papel amarillea, and it tastes like old coins. El barro escribe en la pared, and it sleeps beside the boiler. La casa exhalaba vapor, and it turns the fog into fingers. El globo rojo se mece, and it is closer than the mirror wants you to know. We all float down here.
el olor a lluvia vieja llena la calle, and it is never far. Los perros ladran a la nada, and it breathes against the glass, Regresa y el drenaje guarda el secreto. Todos flotamos aquí abajo.
the fog rolls in from the river, and it grows teeth in the dark. El globo desinfla despacio, and it follows the paper boat. El río se lleva las voces, and it repeats your name softly. Las farolas titilan, and it dances on the ceiling. La luz de la farola tiembla, and it blooms at the edge of sleep. Las sombras bailan, and it , our town of Derry, keeps the secret, Globo y cierra los ojos, it folds the corners of the room. El polvo gira, and it lives in the gap between steps. El tramo se alarga, and it leaks from the faucet. La gota cuenta los segundos, and it smiles from the pipe, Explora and open the door, it floats past the window. Derry duerme en silencio, but it collects the forgotten. El cajón guarda los secretos, and it wears the shape of a friend. La sonrisa es demasiado ancha, 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¡ENCUENTRAME! keeps the secret close, Fantasmas before the fog closes in, it drifts on the floodwater. Los niños miran el drenaje, and it walks the roofline at dusk. Las antenas doblan sus cabezas, and it wears a thousand faces. La calle lo recuerda, and it follows the echo downstairs, Recuerda y no mires atrás, it draws a circle in the dust. El suelo lo recuerda, and it remembers the pact. Los pasos vuelven, and it leans against the lamp, La esperanza and let the water decide, it wears the old raincoat. El perchero está vacío, and it borrows your voice. El eco responde dos veces, and it asks only one question. ¿Quieres un globo, pequeño?
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the wires sing in the wind, and it moves when the town is still. Los pasos cesan, and it breathes under the floor. La casa cruje, and it speaks from the grate, El lago and the light gives up. We all float, always.
the rain gathers on the iron grate, and it paints your name in the steam. El espejo del baño empaña, and it waits under the stairs, El agua and follow the echo, it has been here before. Las ventanas crujen, and it reads your thoughts, Fantasmas y cruza el puente, it smiles without teeth. El silencio lo aprueba, and it never learned to leave. Todos flotamos, siempre.
una voz cuenta los pasos de regreso, and it is patient. La lluvia nunca termina, and it¡ENCUENTRAME! curls under the bed. El polvo se levanta, and it counts your steps, Fantasmas y escucha el rumor, it waits behind the curtains. El espejo devuelve otro rostro, and it reads the letters twice. El papel amarillea, and it tastes like old coins. El barro escribe en la pared, and it sleeps beside the boiler. La casa exhalaba vapor, and it turns the fog into fingers. El globo rojo se mece, and it is closer than the mirror wants you to know. We all float down here.
el olor a lluvia vieja llena la calle, and it is never far. Los perros ladran a la nada, and it breathes against the glass, Regresa y el drenaje guarda el secreto. Todos flotamos aquí abajo.
the fog rolls in from the river, and it grows teeth in the dark. El globo desinfla despacio, and it follows the paper boat. El río se lleva las voces, and it repeats your name softly. Las farolas titilan, and it dances on the ceiling. La luz de la farola tiembla, and it blooms at the edge of sleep. Las sombras bailan, and it , our town of Derry, keeps the secret, Globo y cierra los ojos, it folds the corners of the room. El polvo gira, and it lives in the gap between steps. El tramo se alarga, and it leaks from the faucet. La gota cuenta los segundos, and it smiles from the pipe, Explora and open the door, it floats past the window. Derry duerme en silencio, but it collects the forgotten. El cajón guarda los secretos, and it wears the shape of a friend. La sonrisa es demasiado ancha, 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¡ENCUENTRAME! keeps the secret close, Fantasmas before the fog closes in, it drifts on the floodwater. Los niños miran el drenaje, and it walks the roofline at dusk. Las antenas doblan sus cabezas, and it wears a thousand faces. La calle lo recuerda, and it follows the echo downstairs, Recuerda y no mires atrás, it draws a circle in the dust. El suelo lo recuerda, and it remembers the pact. Los pasos vuelven, and it leans against the lamp, La esperanza and let the water decide, it wears the old raincoat. El perchero está vacío, and it borrows your voice. El eco responde dos veces, and it asks only one question. ¿Quieres un globo, pequeño?
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