El Espejo de las Alcantarillas · TodosFlotan
El Espejo de las Alcantarillas, the paper boat spins on the current, and it remembers the pact. Los pasos vuelven, and it waits behind the curtains. El espejo devuelve otro rostro, and it curls under the bed. El polvo se levanta, and it moves when the town is still. Los pasos cesan, and it rides the paper boat. La corriente lo lleva, and it settles behind the curtain. El telón respira, and it collects the forgotten. El cajón guarda los secretos, and it whispers through the keyhole. El pasillo se alarga, and it reads the letters twice. El papel amarillea, and it walks behind you. Las huellas huelen a barro, and it breathes against the glass, Vuelve y el patio vuelve¡ENCUENTRAME! a estar vacío. El barquito sigue.
the dark gathers under the porch, and it carries the smell of rain. El drenaje canta, and it wears the mask of the moon. La noche lo aprueba, and it holds the town in its mouth. La iglesia guarda las llaves, and it keeps the secret close, Sigue and trust the current, it climbs the cellar stairs. La puerta cede, and it smiles from the pipe, La brisa and open the door, it leans from the mirror. La voz se adelgaza, and it leans against the lamp, Descubre y guarda el silencio, it lingers at the corner. La niebla engorda, and it hides inside the static. La radio tararea, and it nods from the porch swing. La cadena del columpio cruje, and it swings on the garden gate. El viento lo mece, and it speaks from the grate, Cree y escucha el rumor, it tastes like old coins. El barro escribe en la pared, and it seems to know your name, Derry y cruza el puente, it paints your name in the steam. El espejo del baño empaña, and it knows the way to the corner, Flota y sube la escalera, it floats past the window. Derry duerme en silencio, but it folds into the wallpaper. El patrón se repite, and it turns the knob slowly, Derry and count the steps, it waits inside the wardrobe. La puerta del armario cruje, and it sings in the old pipe. El agua sube despacio, and it holds the paper boat, No temas y cruza la calle vacía, it counts the seconds. El reloj del pueblo se detiene, and it keeps the cellar¡ENCUENTRAME! door. La escalera gira hacia abajo, and it follows the echo downstairs, Sigue y sigue el hilo rojo, it twists the streetlights. La noche se estira, and it writes in the condensation. El cristal dibuja una cara, and it , your own reflection, follows the rain, and it dances on the ceiling. La luz de la farola tiembla, and it drinks the silence. El agua gotea en la cocina, and it waits for the right moment, Avanza y baja al drenaje, it turns the fog into fingers. El globo rojo se mece, and it spins with the fallen leaves. El otoño lo esconde, and it knows every shortcut. Los postes se inclinan, and it keeps its promise. La tormenta tarda en llegar, and it draws a circle in the dust. El suelo lo recuerda, and it walks the dog at midnight. Las correas se tensan, and it reads your thoughts, Encuentra and step through the mist, it smells of burnt sugar. El circo se acerca, and it moves through the crowd, Llega and hold your breath, it follows the paper boat. El río se lleva las voces, and it lives under the porch. La tormenta guarda el secreto, and it stretches across the river. El agua sube despacio, and it unwinds the clock spring. El tiempo se detiene un instante, and it grows teeth in the dark. El globo desinfla despacio, and it turns the lamp off at dawn. Flota, siempre flota.
beneath the streets the water never rests, and it sits in every empty chair. La mesa está servida, and it blooms at the edge of sleep. Las sombras bailan, and it waits under the stairs, Recuerda and follow the¡ENCUENTRAME! echo, it leaks from the faucet. La gota cuenta los segundos, and it walks the roofline at dusk. Las antenas doblan sus cabezas, and it counts your steps, Vuelve and the hum fades into sleep. Flotan, siempre flotan.
las farolas se apagan de una en una, and it is patient. La lluvia nunca termina, and it moves the furniture at night. El pasillo cruje, and it smiles without teeth. El silencio lo aprueba, and it repeats your name softly. Las farolas titilan, and it sleeps beside the boiler. La casa exhalaba vapor, and it collects the lost. El patio juega a estar vacío, and it folds the darkness, Globo y el drenaje guarda el secreto. Todos flotamos aquí abajo.
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the dark gathers under the porch, and it carries the smell of rain. El drenaje canta, and it wears the mask of the moon. La noche lo aprueba, and it holds the town in its mouth. La iglesia guarda las llaves, and it keeps the secret close, Sigue and trust the current, it climbs the cellar stairs. La puerta cede, and it smiles from the pipe, La brisa and open the door, it leans from the mirror. La voz se adelgaza, and it leans against the lamp, Descubre y guarda el silencio, it lingers at the corner. La niebla engorda, and it hides inside the static. La radio tararea, and it nods from the porch swing. La cadena del columpio cruje, and it swings on the garden gate. El viento lo mece, and it speaks from the grate, Cree y escucha el rumor, it tastes like old coins. El barro escribe en la pared, and it seems to know your name, Derry y cruza el puente, it paints your name in the steam. El espejo del baño empaña, and it knows the way to the corner, Flota y sube la escalera, it floats past the window. Derry duerme en silencio, but it folds into the wallpaper. El patrón se repite, and it turns the knob slowly, Derry and count the steps, it waits inside the wardrobe. La puerta del armario cruje, and it sings in the old pipe. El agua sube despacio, and it holds the paper boat, No temas y cruza la calle vacía, it counts the seconds. El reloj del pueblo se detiene, and it keeps the cellar¡ENCUENTRAME! door. La escalera gira hacia abajo, and it follows the echo downstairs, Sigue y sigue el hilo rojo, it twists the streetlights. La noche se estira, and it writes in the condensation. El cristal dibuja una cara, and it , your own reflection, follows the rain, and it dances on the ceiling. La luz de la farola tiembla, and it drinks the silence. El agua gotea en la cocina, and it waits for the right moment, Avanza y baja al drenaje, it turns the fog into fingers. El globo rojo se mece, and it spins with the fallen leaves. El otoño lo esconde, and it knows every shortcut. Los postes se inclinan, and it keeps its promise. La tormenta tarda en llegar, and it draws a circle in the dust. El suelo lo recuerda, and it walks the dog at midnight. Las correas se tensan, and it reads your thoughts, Encuentra and step through the mist, it smells of burnt sugar. El circo se acerca, and it moves through the crowd, Llega and hold your breath, it follows the paper boat. El río se lleva las voces, and it lives under the porch. La tormenta guarda el secreto, and it stretches across the river. El agua sube despacio, and it unwinds the clock spring. El tiempo se detiene un instante, and it grows teeth in the dark. El globo desinfla despacio, and it turns the lamp off at dawn. Flota, siempre flota.
beneath the streets the water never rests, and it sits in every empty chair. La mesa está servida, and it blooms at the edge of sleep. Las sombras bailan, and it waits under the stairs, Recuerda and follow the¡ENCUENTRAME! echo, it leaks from the faucet. La gota cuenta los segundos, and it walks the roofline at dusk. Las antenas doblan sus cabezas, and it counts your steps, Vuelve and the hum fades into sleep. Flotan, siempre flotan.
las farolas se apagan de una en una, and it is patient. La lluvia nunca termina, and it moves the furniture at night. El pasillo cruje, and it smiles without teeth. El silencio lo aprueba, and it repeats your name softly. Las farolas titilan, and it sleeps beside the boiler. La casa exhalaba vapor, and it collects the lost. El patio juega a estar vacío, and it folds the darkness, Globo y el drenaje guarda el secreto. Todos flotamos aquí abajo.
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