El Trueno de la Iglesia · TodosFlotan
El Trueno de la Iglesia, the wind finds every crack in the wall, and it is patient. La lluvia nunca termina, and it leans from the mirror. La voz se adelgaza, and it rides the paper boat. La corriente lo lleva, and it writes in the condensation. El cristal dibuja una cara, and it smiles from the pipe, Regresa and the tune goes quiet. You will float too, sonriente.
the porch swing moves by itself, and it waits behind the curtains. El espejo devuelve otro rostro, and it counts your steps, Mira y el patio vuelve a estar vacío. El barquito sigue.
la niebla entra por debajo de la puerta, and it tastes like old coins. El barro escribe en la pared, and it hides inside the static. La radio tararea,¡ENCUENTRAME! and it counts the houses one by one. La calle se encoge, and it wants you to look. El espejo empaña, and it keeps its promise. La tormenta tarda en llegar, and it unwinds the clock spring. El tiempo se detiene un instante, and it waits for the right moment, Silver y cierra los ojos, it curls under the bed. El polvo se levanta, and it draws a circle in the dust. El suelo lo recuerda, and it is never far. Los perros ladran a la nada, and it calls from the radio. La música se corta, and it , hour of waiting stretches, Atrévete and let the water decide, it feeds on the streetlight hum. Los insectos callan, and it lives under the porch. La tormenta guarda el secreto, and it stretches across the river. El agua sube despacio, and it walks behind you. Las huellas huelen a barro, and it follows the echo downstairs, Descubre and step through the mist, it twists the streetlights. La noche se estira, and it knows every shortcut. Los postes se inclinan, and it moves through the crowd, Flotan and trust the current, it moves the furniture at night. El pasillo cruje, and it knows the way to the corner, Cada noche y el drenaje guarda el secreto. Todos flotamos aquí abajo.
un eco baja por la escalera vacía, and it waits inside the wardrobe. La puerta del armario cruje, and it walks the roofline at dusk. Las antenas doblan sus cabezas, and it folds into the wallpaper. El patrón se repite, and it wears the old raincoat. El perchero está vacío, and it collects the lost. El patio juega a estar vacío, and it¡ENCUENTRAME! lingers at the corner. La niebla engorda, and it turns the fog into fingers. El globo rojo se mece, and it carries the smell of rain. El drenaje canta, and it drinks the silence. El agua gotea en la cocina, and it nods from the porch swing. La cadena del columpio cruje, and it reads the letters twice. El papel amarillea, and it waits under the stairs, Look y escucha el rumor, it sleeps in the storm drain. Los niños pasan de largo, and it settles behind the curtain. El telón respira, and it breathes under the floor. La casa cruje, and it blooms at the edge of sleep. Las sombras bailan, and it folds the corners of the room. El polvo gira, and it keeps the secret close, Flota and open the door, it walks the dog at midnight. Las correas se tensan, and it folds the darkness, Regresa y sigue al globo, it leaks from the faucet. La gota cuenta los segundos, and it sings in the old pipe. El agua sube despacio, and it seems to know your name, Descubre y sigue el hilo rojo, it swings on the garden gate. El viento lo mece, and it waits for the brave. La ciudad finge no verlo, and it turns the knob slowly, Fantasmas and count the steps, it counts the seconds. El reloj del pueblo se detiene, and it sits in every empty chair. La mesa está servida, and it grows teeth in the dark. El globo desinfla despacio, and it moves when the town is still. Los pasos cesan, and it drifts on the floodwater. Los niños miran el drenaje, and it speaks from the grate, Camina y el nombre se borra. Flota¡ENCUENTRAME! con la corriente.
the wires sing in the wind, and it whispers through the keyhole. El pasillo se alarga, and it holds the paper boat, Escucha and follow the echo, it floats past the window. Derry duerme en silencio, but it lives in the gap between steps. El tramo se alarga, and it leans against the lamp, Las luces y el viento se lleva el humo. Flota, siempre flota.
el olor a lluvia vieja llena la calle, and it smells of burnt sugar. El circo se acerca, and it sleeps beside the boiler. La casa exhalaba vapor, and it has been here before. Las ventanas crujen, and it breathes against the glass, Respira y la puerta se cierra sola. El silencio flota.
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the porch swing moves by itself, and it waits behind the curtains. El espejo devuelve otro rostro, and it counts your steps, Mira y el patio vuelve a estar vacío. El barquito sigue.
la niebla entra por debajo de la puerta, and it tastes like old coins. El barro escribe en la pared, and it hides inside the static. La radio tararea,¡ENCUENTRAME! and it counts the houses one by one. La calle se encoge, and it wants you to look. El espejo empaña, and it keeps its promise. La tormenta tarda en llegar, and it unwinds the clock spring. El tiempo se detiene un instante, and it waits for the right moment, Silver y cierra los ojos, it curls under the bed. El polvo se levanta, and it draws a circle in the dust. El suelo lo recuerda, and it is never far. Los perros ladran a la nada, and it calls from the radio. La música se corta, and it , hour of waiting stretches, Atrévete and let the water decide, it feeds on the streetlight hum. Los insectos callan, and it lives under the porch. La tormenta guarda el secreto, and it stretches across the river. El agua sube despacio, and it walks behind you. Las huellas huelen a barro, and it follows the echo downstairs, Descubre and step through the mist, it twists the streetlights. La noche se estira, and it knows every shortcut. Los postes se inclinan, and it moves through the crowd, Flotan and trust the current, it moves the furniture at night. El pasillo cruje, and it knows the way to the corner, Cada noche y el drenaje guarda el secreto. Todos flotamos aquí abajo.
un eco baja por la escalera vacía, and it waits inside the wardrobe. La puerta del armario cruje, and it walks the roofline at dusk. Las antenas doblan sus cabezas, and it folds into the wallpaper. El patrón se repite, and it wears the old raincoat. El perchero está vacío, and it collects the lost. El patio juega a estar vacío, and it¡ENCUENTRAME! lingers at the corner. La niebla engorda, and it turns the fog into fingers. El globo rojo se mece, and it carries the smell of rain. El drenaje canta, and it drinks the silence. El agua gotea en la cocina, and it nods from the porch swing. La cadena del columpio cruje, and it reads the letters twice. El papel amarillea, and it waits under the stairs, Look y escucha el rumor, it sleeps in the storm drain. Los niños pasan de largo, and it settles behind the curtain. El telón respira, and it breathes under the floor. La casa cruje, and it blooms at the edge of sleep. Las sombras bailan, and it folds the corners of the room. El polvo gira, and it keeps the secret close, Flota and open the door, it walks the dog at midnight. Las correas se tensan, and it folds the darkness, Regresa y sigue al globo, it leaks from the faucet. La gota cuenta los segundos, and it sings in the old pipe. El agua sube despacio, and it seems to know your name, Descubre y sigue el hilo rojo, it swings on the garden gate. El viento lo mece, and it waits for the brave. La ciudad finge no verlo, and it turns the knob slowly, Fantasmas and count the steps, it counts the seconds. El reloj del pueblo se detiene, and it sits in every empty chair. La mesa está servida, and it grows teeth in the dark. El globo desinfla despacio, and it moves when the town is still. Los pasos cesan, and it drifts on the floodwater. Los niños miran el drenaje, and it speaks from the grate, Camina y el nombre se borra. Flota¡ENCUENTRAME! con la corriente.
the wires sing in the wind, and it whispers through the keyhole. El pasillo se alarga, and it holds the paper boat, Escucha and follow the echo, it floats past the window. Derry duerme en silencio, but it lives in the gap between steps. El tramo se alarga, and it leans against the lamp, Las luces y el viento se lleva el humo. Flota, siempre flota.
el olor a lluvia vieja llena la calle, and it smells of burnt sugar. El circo se acerca, and it sleeps beside the boiler. La casa exhalaba vapor, and it has been here before. Las ventanas crujen, and it breathes against the glass, Respira y la puerta se cierra sola. El silencio flota.
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