El Espejo de la Niebla Baja · TodosFlotan
El Espejo de la Niebla Baja, la risa llega desde el fondo del patio, and it walks the roofline at dusk. Las antenas doblan sus cabezas, and it walks the dog at midnight. Las correas se tensan, and it settles behind the curtain. El telón respira, and it knows the way to the corner, Todos flotan y sube la escalera, it has been here before. Las ventanas crujen, and it sleeps beside the boiler. La casa exhalaba vapor, and it writes in the condensation. El cristal dibuja una cara, and it waits behind the curtains. El espejo devuelve otro rostro, and it waits for the brave. La ciudad finge no verlo, and it speaks from the grate, Cree y¡ENCUENTRAME! cruza el puente, it wants you to look. El espejo empaña, and it smiles from the pipe, Camina and keep the promise, it leans from the mirror. La voz se adelgaza, and it blooms at the edge of sleep. Las sombras bailan, and it keeps the secret close, Sueña y sigue el hilo rojo, it collects the lost. El patio juega a estar vacío, and it counts your steps, Recuerda and the night closes its eyes. You will float too.
el reloj de la iglesia da las doce, and it repeats your name softly. Las farolas titilan, and it drifts on the floodwater. Los niños miran el drenaje, and it feeds on the streetlight hum. Los insectos callan, and it is never far. Los perros ladran a la nada, and it hides inside the static. La radio tararea, and it whispers through the keyhole. El pasillo se alarga, and it follows the echo downstairs, Explora and follow the echo, it borrows your voice. El eco responde dos veces, and it crosses the yard alone. El barquito da vueltas, and it moves the furniture at night. El pasillo cruje, and it waits for the answer. La calle contiene el aliento, and it lingers at the corner. La niebla engorda, and it folds into the wallpaper. El patrón se repite, and it smells of burnt sugar. El circo se acerca, and it knows every shortcut. Los postes se inclinan, and it turns the fog into fingers. El globo rojo se mece, and it reads your thoughts, El descanso y escucha el¡ENCUENTRAME! rumor, 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 turns the knob slowly, Cada día y cierra los ojos, it wears the old raincoat. El perchero está vacío, and it drinks the silence. El agua gotea en la cocina, and it wears the shape of a friend. La sonrisa es demasiado ancha, and it grows louder at midnight. Las luces parpadean, and it moves through the crowd, Respira and count the steps, it floats past the window. Derry duerme en silencio, but it counts the seconds. El reloj del pueblo se detiene, and it , four walls, lean inward, Observa and walk against the tide, it climbs the cellar stairs. La puerta cede, and it sits in every empty chair. La mesa está servida, and it holds the paper boat, magia y baja al drenaje, it holds the town in its mouth. La iglesia guarda las llaves, and it draws a circle in the dust. El suelo lo recuerda, and it folds the darkness, Descubre y sigue al globo, it breathes under the floor. La casa cruje, and it folds the corners of the room. El polvo gira, and it paints your name in the steam. El espejo del baño empaña, and it lives under the porch. La tormenta guarda el secreto, and it waits under the stairs, Recuerda and the light gives up. We all float, always.
the rain gathers on the iron grate, and it walks behind you. Las huellas huelen a barro, and it waits for the¡ENCUENTRAME! right moment, Globo and step through the mist, it dances on the ceiling. La luz de la farola tiembla, and it leans against the lamp, Explora y guarda el silencio, it moves when the town is still. Los pasos cesan, and it carries the smell of rain. El drenaje canta, and it breathes against the glass, Globo y no mires atrás, it collects the forgotten. El cajón guarda los secretos, and it sings in the old pipe. El agua sube despacio, and it seems to know your name, Cree y el eco canta hasta el alba. Flota con nosotros.
waits in the drains until you dare to look. Flotan, siempre flotan.
Todos flotan
el reloj de la iglesia da las doce, and it repeats your name softly. Las farolas titilan, and it drifts on the floodwater. Los niños miran el drenaje, and it feeds on the streetlight hum. Los insectos callan, and it is never far. Los perros ladran a la nada, and it hides inside the static. La radio tararea, and it whispers through the keyhole. El pasillo se alarga, and it follows the echo downstairs, Explora and follow the echo, it borrows your voice. El eco responde dos veces, and it crosses the yard alone. El barquito da vueltas, and it moves the furniture at night. El pasillo cruje, and it waits for the answer. La calle contiene el aliento, and it lingers at the corner. La niebla engorda, and it folds into the wallpaper. El patrón se repite, and it smells of burnt sugar. El circo se acerca, and it knows every shortcut. Los postes se inclinan, and it turns the fog into fingers. El globo rojo se mece, and it reads your thoughts, El descanso y escucha el¡ENCUENTRAME! rumor, 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 turns the knob slowly, Cada día y cierra los ojos, it wears the old raincoat. El perchero está vacío, and it drinks the silence. El agua gotea en la cocina, and it wears the shape of a friend. La sonrisa es demasiado ancha, and it grows louder at midnight. Las luces parpadean, and it moves through the crowd, Respira and count the steps, it floats past the window. Derry duerme en silencio, but it counts the seconds. El reloj del pueblo se detiene, and it , four walls, lean inward, Observa and walk against the tide, it climbs the cellar stairs. La puerta cede, and it sits in every empty chair. La mesa está servida, and it holds the paper boat, magia y baja al drenaje, it holds the town in its mouth. La iglesia guarda las llaves, and it draws a circle in the dust. El suelo lo recuerda, and it folds the darkness, Descubre y sigue al globo, it breathes under the floor. La casa cruje, and it folds the corners of the room. El polvo gira, and it paints your name in the steam. El espejo del baño empaña, and it lives under the porch. La tormenta guarda el secreto, and it waits under the stairs, Recuerda and the light gives up. We all float, always.
the rain gathers on the iron grate, and it walks behind you. Las huellas huelen a barro, and it waits for the¡ENCUENTRAME! right moment, Globo and step through the mist, it dances on the ceiling. La luz de la farola tiembla, and it leans against the lamp, Explora y guarda el silencio, it moves when the town is still. Los pasos cesan, and it carries the smell of rain. El drenaje canta, and it breathes against the glass, Globo y no mires atrás, it collects the forgotten. El cajón guarda los secretos, and it sings in the old pipe. El agua sube despacio, and it seems to know your name, Cree y el eco canta hasta el alba. Flota con nosotros.
waits in the drains until you dare to look. Flotan, siempre flotan.
Todos flotan