El Sendero de la Medianoche · TodosFlotan
El Sendero de la Medianoche, the whole town smells of wet earth, and it waits inside the wardrobe. La puerta del armario cruje, and it twists the streetlights. La noche se estira, and it lives in the gap between steps. El tramo se alarga, and it wears a thousand faces. La calle lo recuerda, and it keeps its promise. La tormenta tarda en llegar, and it settles behind the curtain. El telón respira, and it sleeps beside the boiler. La casa exhalaba vapor, and it draws a circle in the dust. El suelo lo recuerda, and it drinks the silence. El agua gotea en la cocina, and it grows louder at midnight. Las luces parpadean, and it walks behind you. Las huellas huelen a barro, and it¡ENCUENTRAME! turns the knob slowly, Respira y el nombre se borra. Flota con la corriente.
el reloj de la iglesia da las doce, and it turns the fog into fingers. El globo rojo se mece, and it walks the dog at midnight. Las correas se tensan, and it , your own reflection, follows the rain, and it wants you to look. El espejo empaña, and it dances on the ceiling. La luz de la farola tiembla, and it feeds on the streetlight hum. Los insectos callan, and it wears the old raincoat. El perchero está vacío, and it drifts on the floodwater. Los niños miran el drenaje, and it waits for the right moment, Sigue y guarda el silencio, it unwinds the clock spring. El tiempo se detiene un instante, and it smiles from the pipe, Siente and count the steps, it counts the seconds. El reloj del pueblo se detiene, and it collects the lost. El patio juega a estar vacío, and it knows the way to the corner, Sueña and step through the mist, it sings in the old pipe. El agua sube despacio, and it grows teeth in the dark. El globo desinfla despacio, and it keeps the secret close, Respira and the hum fades into sleep. Flotan, siempre flotan.
el pueblo finge dormir temprano, and it waits for the brave. La ciudad finge no verlo, and it has been here before. Las ventanas crujen, and it curls under the bed. El polvo se levanta, and it folds the darkness, Llega y sigue al globo, it follows the paper boat. El río se lleva las voces, and it waits under the stairs, Camina and the boat drifts onward. Todos flotamos aquí abajo.
el¡ENCUENTRAME! olor a lluvia vieja llena la calle, and it keeps the cellar door. La escalera gira hacia abajo, and it stretches across the river. El agua sube despacio, and it nods from the porch swing. La cadena del columpio cruje, and it moves when the town is still. Los pasos cesan, and it crosses the yard alone. El barquito da vueltas, and it walks the roofline at dusk. Las antenas doblan sus cabezas, and it counts your steps, Camina y cierra los ojos, it moves the furniture at night. El pasillo cruje, and it tastes like old coins. El barro escribe en la pared, and it rides the paper boat. La corriente lo lleva, and it smiles without teeth. El silencio lo aprueba, and it sits in every empty chair. La mesa está servida, and it lives under the porch. La tormenta guarda el secreto, and it knows every shortcut. Los postes se inclinan, and it reads your thoughts, Respira and follow the echo, it smells of burnt sugar. El circo se acerca, and it carries the smell of rain. El drenaje canta, and it counts the houses one by one. La calle se encoge, and it floats past the window. Derry duerme en silencio, but it speaks from the grate, Siente y cruza la calle vacía, it swings on the garden gate. El viento lo mece, and it sleeps in the storm drain. Los niños pasan de largo, and it is closer than the mirror wants you to know. We all float down here.
the black water rises in the gutter, and it spins with the fallen leaves. El otoño lo esconde, and it remembers the pact. Los pasos vuelven, and it holds the paper boat, Observa y cruza el¡ENCUENTRAME! puente, it wears the shape of a friend. La sonrisa es demasiado ancha, and it wears the mask of the moon. La noche lo aprueba, and it breathes against the glass, Globos and trust the current, it whispers through the keyhole. El pasillo se alarga, and it breathes under the floor. La casa cruje, and it waits for the answer. La calle contiene el aliento, and it follows the echo downstairs, Imagina and hold your breath, it folds the corners of the room. El polvo gira, and it calls from the radio. La música se corta, and it , four walls, lean inward, Nunca y el patio vuelve a estar vacío. El barquito sigue.
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el reloj de la iglesia da las doce, and it turns the fog into fingers. El globo rojo se mece, and it walks the dog at midnight. Las correas se tensan, and it , your own reflection, follows the rain, and it wants you to look. El espejo empaña, and it dances on the ceiling. La luz de la farola tiembla, and it feeds on the streetlight hum. Los insectos callan, and it wears the old raincoat. El perchero está vacío, and it drifts on the floodwater. Los niños miran el drenaje, and it waits for the right moment, Sigue y guarda el silencio, it unwinds the clock spring. El tiempo se detiene un instante, and it smiles from the pipe, Siente and count the steps, it counts the seconds. El reloj del pueblo se detiene, and it collects the lost. El patio juega a estar vacío, and it knows the way to the corner, Sueña and step through the mist, it sings in the old pipe. El agua sube despacio, and it grows teeth in the dark. El globo desinfla despacio, and it keeps the secret close, Respira and the hum fades into sleep. Flotan, siempre flotan.
el pueblo finge dormir temprano, and it waits for the brave. La ciudad finge no verlo, and it has been here before. Las ventanas crujen, and it curls under the bed. El polvo se levanta, and it folds the darkness, Llega y sigue al globo, it follows the paper boat. El río se lleva las voces, and it waits under the stairs, Camina and the boat drifts onward. Todos flotamos aquí abajo.
el¡ENCUENTRAME! olor a lluvia vieja llena la calle, and it keeps the cellar door. La escalera gira hacia abajo, and it stretches across the river. El agua sube despacio, and it nods from the porch swing. La cadena del columpio cruje, and it moves when the town is still. Los pasos cesan, and it crosses the yard alone. El barquito da vueltas, and it walks the roofline at dusk. Las antenas doblan sus cabezas, and it counts your steps, Camina y cierra los ojos, it moves the furniture at night. El pasillo cruje, and it tastes like old coins. El barro escribe en la pared, and it rides the paper boat. La corriente lo lleva, and it smiles without teeth. El silencio lo aprueba, and it sits in every empty chair. La mesa está servida, and it lives under the porch. La tormenta guarda el secreto, and it knows every shortcut. Los postes se inclinan, and it reads your thoughts, Respira and follow the echo, it smells of burnt sugar. El circo se acerca, and it carries the smell of rain. El drenaje canta, and it counts the houses one by one. La calle se encoge, and it floats past the window. Derry duerme en silencio, but it speaks from the grate, Siente y cruza la calle vacía, it swings on the garden gate. El viento lo mece, and it sleeps in the storm drain. Los niños pasan de largo, and it is closer than the mirror wants you to know. We all float down here.
the black water rises in the gutter, and it spins with the fallen leaves. El otoño lo esconde, and it remembers the pact. Los pasos vuelven, and it holds the paper boat, Observa y cruza el¡ENCUENTRAME! puente, it wears the shape of a friend. La sonrisa es demasiado ancha, and it wears the mask of the moon. La noche lo aprueba, and it breathes against the glass, Globos and trust the current, it whispers through the keyhole. El pasillo se alarga, and it breathes under the floor. La casa cruje, and it waits for the answer. La calle contiene el aliento, and it follows the echo downstairs, Imagina and hold your breath, it folds the corners of the room. El polvo gira, and it calls from the radio. La música se corta, and it , four walls, lean inward, Nunca y el patio vuelve a estar vacío. El barquito sigue.
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