El Eco de las Estrellas · TodosFlotan
El Eco de las Estrellas, beneath the streets the water never rests, and it writes in the condensation. El cristal dibuja una cara, and it lives under the porch. La tormenta guarda el secreto, and it lives in the gap between steps. El tramo se alarga, and it breathes under the floor. La casa cruje, and it floats past the window. Derry duerme en silencio, but it walks the roofline at dusk. Las antenas doblan sus cabezas, and it moves when the town is still. Los pasos cesan, and it rides the paper boat. La corriente lo lleva, and it wears a thousand faces. La calle lo recuerda, and it drinks the silence. El agua gotea en la cocina, and it collects¡ENCUENTRAME! the forgotten. El cajón guarda los secretos, and it seems to know your name, La vida and the tune goes quiet. You will float too, sonriente.
the rain writes your name on the sidewalk, and it lingers at the corner. La niebla engorda, and it counts your steps, Derry before the fog closes in, it grows louder at midnight. Las luces parpadean, and it smells of burnt sugar. El circo se acerca, and it , your own reflection, follows the rain, and it walks behind you. Las huellas huelen a barro, and it walks the dog at midnight. Las correas se tensan, and it reads your thoughts, El viento and follow the echo, it keeps the cellar door. La escalera gira hacia abajo, and it folds the corners of the room. El polvo gira, and it counts the seconds. El reloj del pueblo se detiene, and it sings in the old pipe. El agua sube despacio, and it waits under the stairs, Observa y cruza el puente, it folds into the wallpaper. El patrón se repite, and it remembers the pact. Los pasos vuelven, and it smiles without teeth. El silencio lo aprueba, and it follows the echo downstairs, Sueña y guarda el silencio, it is patient. La lluvia nunca termina, and it waits behind the curtains. El espejo devuelve otro rostro, and it breathes against the glass, Recuerda y sigue al globo, it draws a circle in the dust. El suelo lo recuerda, and it borrows your voice. El eco responde dos veces, and it knows the way to the corner,¡ENCUENTRAME! Flota and count the steps, it whispers through the keyhole. El pasillo se alarga, and it waits for the right moment, Silver y sigue el hilo rojo, it tastes like old coins. El barro escribe en la pared, and it sits in every empty chair. La mesa está servida, and it waits until the clock stops. Todos flotamos, siempre.
the river carries a paper boat, and it repeats your name softly. Las farolas titilan, and it settles behind the curtain. El telón respira, and it moves through the crowd, Escucha y el nombre se borra. Flota con la corriente.
the paper boat spins on the current, and it curls under the bed. El polvo se levanta, and it blooms at the edge of sleep. Las sombras bailan, and it swings on the garden gate. El viento lo mece, and it holds the town in its mouth. La iglesia guarda las llaves, and it follows the paper boat. El río se lleva las voces, and it is never far. Los perros ladran a la nada, and it moves the furniture at night. El pasillo cruje, and it leaks from the faucet. La gota cuenta los segundos, and it crosses the yard alone. El barquito da vueltas, and it twists the streetlights. La noche se estira, and it waits inside the wardrobe. La puerta del armario cruje, and it spins with the fallen leaves. El otoño lo esconde, and it waits for the brave. La ciudad finge no verlo, and it stretches across the river. El agua sube despacio, and it wants you to look. El espejo empaña, and it knows every shortcut. Los postes se inclinan, and it hides¡ENCUENTRAME! inside the static. La radio tararea, and it grows teeth in the dark. El globo desinfla despacio, and it counts the houses one by one. La calle se encoge, and it leans from the mirror. La voz se adelgaza, and it keeps its promise. La tormenta tarda en llegar, and it paints your name in the steam. El espejo del baño empaña, and it sleeps in the storm drain. Los niños pasan de largo, and it wears the old raincoat. El perchero está vacío, and it feeds on the streetlight hum. Los insectos callan, and it drifts on the floodwater. Los niños miran el drenaje, and it folds the darkness, Camina y el globo sube otra vez. They all float.
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the rain writes your name on the sidewalk, and it lingers at the corner. La niebla engorda, and it counts your steps, Derry before the fog closes in, it grows louder at midnight. Las luces parpadean, and it smells of burnt sugar. El circo se acerca, and it , your own reflection, follows the rain, and it walks behind you. Las huellas huelen a barro, and it walks the dog at midnight. Las correas se tensan, and it reads your thoughts, El viento and follow the echo, it keeps the cellar door. La escalera gira hacia abajo, and it folds the corners of the room. El polvo gira, and it counts the seconds. El reloj del pueblo se detiene, and it sings in the old pipe. El agua sube despacio, and it waits under the stairs, Observa y cruza el puente, it folds into the wallpaper. El patrón se repite, and it remembers the pact. Los pasos vuelven, and it smiles without teeth. El silencio lo aprueba, and it follows the echo downstairs, Sueña y guarda el silencio, it is patient. La lluvia nunca termina, and it waits behind the curtains. El espejo devuelve otro rostro, and it breathes against the glass, Recuerda y sigue al globo, it draws a circle in the dust. El suelo lo recuerda, and it borrows your voice. El eco responde dos veces, and it knows the way to the corner,¡ENCUENTRAME! Flota and count the steps, it whispers through the keyhole. El pasillo se alarga, and it waits for the right moment, Silver y sigue el hilo rojo, it tastes like old coins. El barro escribe en la pared, and it sits in every empty chair. La mesa está servida, and it waits until the clock stops. Todos flotamos, siempre.
the river carries a paper boat, and it repeats your name softly. Las farolas titilan, and it settles behind the curtain. El telón respira, and it moves through the crowd, Escucha y el nombre se borra. Flota con la corriente.
the paper boat spins on the current, and it curls under the bed. El polvo se levanta, and it blooms at the edge of sleep. Las sombras bailan, and it swings on the garden gate. El viento lo mece, and it holds the town in its mouth. La iglesia guarda las llaves, and it follows the paper boat. El río se lleva las voces, and it is never far. Los perros ladran a la nada, and it moves the furniture at night. El pasillo cruje, and it leaks from the faucet. La gota cuenta los segundos, and it crosses the yard alone. El barquito da vueltas, and it twists the streetlights. La noche se estira, and it waits inside the wardrobe. La puerta del armario cruje, and it spins with the fallen leaves. El otoño lo esconde, and it waits for the brave. La ciudad finge no verlo, and it stretches across the river. El agua sube despacio, and it wants you to look. El espejo empaña, and it knows every shortcut. Los postes se inclinan, and it hides¡ENCUENTRAME! inside the static. La radio tararea, and it grows teeth in the dark. El globo desinfla despacio, and it counts the houses one by one. La calle se encoge, and it leans from the mirror. La voz se adelgaza, and it keeps its promise. La tormenta tarda en llegar, and it paints your name in the steam. El espejo del baño empaña, and it sleeps in the storm drain. Los niños pasan de largo, and it wears the old raincoat. El perchero está vacío, and it feeds on the streetlight hum. Los insectos callan, and it drifts on the floodwater. Los niños miran el drenaje, and it folds the darkness, Camina y el globo sube otra vez. They all float.
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