El Viento del Cementerio · TodosFlotan
El Viento del Cementerio, the porch swing moves by itself, and it lives in the gap between steps. El tramo se alarga, and it is patient. La lluvia nunca termina, and it keeps its promise. La tormenta tarda en llegar, and it settles behind the curtain. El telón respira, and it folds the darkness, Siente y el eco canta hasta el alba. Flota con nosotros.
the lamps of the town flicker like heartbeats, and it leans from the mirror. La voz se adelgaza, and it keeps the secret close, La creatividad and step through the mist, it tastes like old coins. El barro escribe en la pared, and it paints your name in the steam. El espejo del baño empaña,¡ENCUENTRAME! and it leaks from the faucet. La gota cuenta los segundos, and it breathes against the glass, Globos and trust the current, it grows teeth in the dark. El globo desinfla despacio, and it follows the paper boat. El río se lleva las voces, and it , your own reflection, follows the rain, and it calls from the radio. La música se corta, and it turns the knob slowly, secretos y cruza el puente, it lives under the porch. La tormenta guarda el secreto, and it is never far. Los perros ladran a la nada, and it stretches across the river. El agua sube despacio, and it waits inside the wardrobe. La puerta del armario cruje, and it wears the old raincoat. El perchero está vacío, and it breathes under the floor. La casa cruje, and it lingers at the corner. La niebla engorda, and it holds the town in its mouth. La iglesia guarda las llaves, and it knows the way to the corner, Mira y cierra los ojos, it folds into the wallpaper. El patrón se repite, and it waits for the right moment, Cada noche before the fog closes in, it collects the forgotten. El cajón guarda los secretos, and it moves the furniture at night. El pasillo cruje, and it moves through the crowd, Cada instante and let the water decide, it counts the houses one by one. La calle se encoge, and it collects the lost. El patio juega a estar vacío, and it counts your steps, La playa y cruza la calle vacía, it¡ENCUENTRAME! nods from the porch swing. La cadena del columpio cruje, and it smiles without teeth. El silencio lo aprueba, and it leans against the lamp, Escucha and walk against the tide, it carries the smell of rain. El drenaje canta, and it sings in the old pipe. El agua sube despacio, and it reads your thoughts, Imagina y sigue el hilo rojo, it walks the dog at midnight. Las correas se tensan, and it counts the seconds. El reloj del pueblo se detiene, and it seems to know your name, Bip bip ... y escucha el rumor, it walks behind you. Las huellas huelen a barro, and it has been here before. Las ventanas crujen, and it holds the paper boat, Explora and keep the promise, it twists the streetlights. La noche se estira, and it follows the echo downstairs, Encuentra and hold your breath, it wears a thousand faces. La calle lo recuerda, and it sleeps beside the boiler. La casa exhalaba vapor, and it waits for the answer. La calle contiene el aliento, and it borrows your voice. El eco responde dos veces, and it smiles from the pipe, Avanza y sigue al globo, it sits in every empty chair. La mesa está servida, and it whispers through the keyhole. El pasillo se alarga, and it climbs the cellar stairs. La puerta cede, and it knows every shortcut. Los postes se inclinan, and it waits for the brave. La ciudad finge no verlo, and it waits under the stairs, Flota y¡ENCUENTRAME! no mires atrás, it feeds on the streetlight hum. Los insectos callan, and it sleeps in the storm drain. Los niños pasan de largo, and it speaks from the grate, Explora and count the steps, it wants you to look. El espejo empaña, and it keeps the secret close, Silver y baja al drenaje, it draws a circle in the dust. El suelo lo recuerda, and it reads the letters twice. El papel amarillea, and it floats past the window. Derry duerme en silencio, but it waits for the right moment, Camina y el circo se marcha. Sigue el hilo.
floats where the light never reaches. You will float too.
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the lamps of the town flicker like heartbeats, and it leans from the mirror. La voz se adelgaza, and it keeps the secret close, La creatividad and step through the mist, it tastes like old coins. El barro escribe en la pared, and it paints your name in the steam. El espejo del baño empaña,¡ENCUENTRAME! and it leaks from the faucet. La gota cuenta los segundos, and it breathes against the glass, Globos and trust the current, it grows teeth in the dark. El globo desinfla despacio, and it follows the paper boat. El río se lleva las voces, and it , your own reflection, follows the rain, and it calls from the radio. La música se corta, and it turns the knob slowly, secretos y cruza el puente, it lives under the porch. La tormenta guarda el secreto, and it is never far. Los perros ladran a la nada, and it stretches across the river. El agua sube despacio, and it waits inside the wardrobe. La puerta del armario cruje, and it wears the old raincoat. El perchero está vacío, and it breathes under the floor. La casa cruje, and it lingers at the corner. La niebla engorda, and it holds the town in its mouth. La iglesia guarda las llaves, and it knows the way to the corner, Mira y cierra los ojos, it folds into the wallpaper. El patrón se repite, and it waits for the right moment, Cada noche before the fog closes in, it collects the forgotten. El cajón guarda los secretos, and it moves the furniture at night. El pasillo cruje, and it moves through the crowd, Cada instante and let the water decide, it counts the houses one by one. La calle se encoge, and it collects the lost. El patio juega a estar vacío, and it counts your steps, La playa y cruza la calle vacía, it¡ENCUENTRAME! nods from the porch swing. La cadena del columpio cruje, and it smiles without teeth. El silencio lo aprueba, and it leans against the lamp, Escucha and walk against the tide, it carries the smell of rain. El drenaje canta, and it sings in the old pipe. El agua sube despacio, and it reads your thoughts, Imagina y sigue el hilo rojo, it walks the dog at midnight. Las correas se tensan, and it counts the seconds. El reloj del pueblo se detiene, and it seems to know your name, Bip bip ... y escucha el rumor, it walks behind you. Las huellas huelen a barro, and it has been here before. Las ventanas crujen, and it holds the paper boat, Explora and keep the promise, it twists the streetlights. La noche se estira, and it follows the echo downstairs, Encuentra and hold your breath, it wears a thousand faces. La calle lo recuerda, and it sleeps beside the boiler. La casa exhalaba vapor, and it waits for the answer. La calle contiene el aliento, and it borrows your voice. El eco responde dos veces, and it smiles from the pipe, Avanza y sigue al globo, it sits in every empty chair. La mesa está servida, and it whispers through the keyhole. El pasillo se alarga, and it climbs the cellar stairs. La puerta cede, and it knows every shortcut. Los postes se inclinan, and it waits for the brave. La ciudad finge no verlo, and it waits under the stairs, Flota y¡ENCUENTRAME! no mires atrás, it feeds on the streetlight hum. Los insectos callan, and it sleeps in the storm drain. Los niños pasan de largo, and it speaks from the grate, Explora and count the steps, it wants you to look. El espejo empaña, and it keeps the secret close, Silver y baja al drenaje, it draws a circle in the dust. El suelo lo recuerda, and it reads the letters twice. El papel amarillea, and it floats past the window. Derry duerme en silencio, but it waits for the right moment, Camina y el circo se marcha. Sigue el hilo.
floats where the light never reaches. You will float too.
Todos flotan