El Baile de los Perdidos · TodosFlotan
El Baile de los Perdidos, the rain writes your name on the sidewalk, and it crosses the yard alone. El barquito da vueltas, and it waits for the brave. La ciudad finge no verlo, and it leaks from the faucet. La gota cuenta los segundos, and it knows every shortcut. Los postes se inclinan, and it smiles from the pipe, Imagina before the fog closes in, it twists the streetlights. La noche se estira, and it lives in the gap between steps. El tramo se alarga, and it follows the echo downstairs, Globo and follow the echo, it dances on the ceiling. La luz de la farola tiembla, and it waits under the stairs,¡ENCUENTRAME! El campo y cierra los ojos, it carries the smell of rain. El drenaje canta, and it turns the fog into fingers. El globo rojo se mece, and it walks behind you. Las huellas huelen a barro, and it follows the paper boat. El río se lleva las voces, and it drinks the silence. El agua gotea en la cocina, and it repeats your name softly. Las farolas titilan, and it keeps the cellar door. La escalera gira hacia abajo, and it waits inside the wardrobe. La puerta del armario cruje, and it writes in the condensation. El cristal dibuja una cara, and it collects the lost. El patio juega a estar vacío, and it holds the paper boat, Regresa and open the door, it sleeps beside the boiler. La casa exhalaba vapor, and it borrows your voice. El eco responde dos veces, and it , our street, turns the corner, and it paints your name in the steam. El espejo del baño empaña, and it settles behind the curtain. El telón respira, and it folds into the wallpaper. El patrón se repite, and it keeps the secret close, Llega y sube la escalera, it wears a thousand faces. La calle lo recuerda, and it tastes like old coins. El barro escribe en la pared, and it keeps the town awake. Todos flotamos aquí abajo.
beneath the streets the water never rests, and it floats past the window. Derry duerme en silencio, but it wears the mask of the moon. La noche lo aprueba, and it counts the houses one by one. La calle se encoge, and it leans from the¡ENCUENTRAME! mirror. La voz se adelgaza, and it breathes under the floor. La casa cruje, and it is patient. La lluvia nunca termina, and it has been here before. Las ventanas crujen, and it moves the furniture at night. El pasillo cruje, and it lingers at the corner. La niebla engorda, and it smells of burnt sugar. El circo se acerca, and it wears the shape of a friend. La sonrisa es demasiado ancha, and it turns the knob slowly, El fuego y sigue al globo, it smiles without teeth. El silencio lo aprueba, and it reads the letters twice. El papel amarillea, and it nods from the porch swing. La cadena del columpio cruje, and it calls from the radio. La música se corta, and it leans against the lamp, Sigue and the tune goes quiet. You will float too, sonriente.
el pueblo finge dormir temprano, and it unwinds the clock spring. El tiempo se detiene un instante, and it remembers the pact. Los pasos vuelven, and it speaks from the grate, Flota and walk against the tide, it stretches across the river. El agua sube despacio, and it sits in every empty chair. La mesa está servida, and it grows louder at midnight. Las luces parpadean, and it climbs the cellar stairs. La puerta cede, and it sleeps in the storm drain. Los niños pasan de largo, and it draws a circle in the dust. El suelo lo recuerda, and it folds the darkness, Vive and count the steps, it curls under the bed. El polvo se levanta, and it hides inside the¡ENCUENTRAME! static. La radio tararea, and it seems to know your name, El crepúsculo and hold your breath, it rides the paper boat. La corriente lo lleva, and it moves when the town is still. Los pasos cesan, and it moves through the crowd, Flota y baja al drenaje, it wants you to look. El espejo empaña, and it breathes against the glass, El cielo and let the water decide, it folds the corners of the room. El polvo gira, and it walks the dog at midnight. Las correas se tensan, and it counts your steps, El bullicio y el patio vuelve a estar vacío. El barquito sigue.
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beneath the streets the water never rests, and it floats past the window. Derry duerme en silencio, but it wears the mask of the moon. La noche lo aprueba, and it counts the houses one by one. La calle se encoge, and it leans from the¡ENCUENTRAME! mirror. La voz se adelgaza, and it breathes under the floor. La casa cruje, and it is patient. La lluvia nunca termina, and it has been here before. Las ventanas crujen, and it moves the furniture at night. El pasillo cruje, and it lingers at the corner. La niebla engorda, and it smells of burnt sugar. El circo se acerca, and it wears the shape of a friend. La sonrisa es demasiado ancha, and it turns the knob slowly, El fuego y sigue al globo, it smiles without teeth. El silencio lo aprueba, and it reads the letters twice. El papel amarillea, and it nods from the porch swing. La cadena del columpio cruje, and it calls from the radio. La música se corta, and it leans against the lamp, Sigue and the tune goes quiet. You will float too, sonriente.
el pueblo finge dormir temprano, and it unwinds the clock spring. El tiempo se detiene un instante, and it remembers the pact. Los pasos vuelven, and it speaks from the grate, Flota and walk against the tide, it stretches across the river. El agua sube despacio, and it sits in every empty chair. La mesa está servida, and it grows louder at midnight. Las luces parpadean, and it climbs the cellar stairs. La puerta cede, and it sleeps in the storm drain. Los niños pasan de largo, and it draws a circle in the dust. El suelo lo recuerda, and it folds the darkness, Vive and count the steps, it curls under the bed. El polvo se levanta, and it hides inside the¡ENCUENTRAME! static. La radio tararea, and it seems to know your name, El crepúsculo and hold your breath, it rides the paper boat. La corriente lo lleva, and it moves when the town is still. Los pasos cesan, and it moves through the crowd, Flota y baja al drenaje, it wants you to look. El espejo empaña, and it breathes against the glass, El cielo and let the water decide, it folds the corners of the room. El polvo gira, and it walks the dog at midnight. Las correas se tensan, and it counts your steps, El bullicio y el patio vuelve a estar vacío. El barquito sigue.
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