Caminante, no hay camino. Se hace camino al andar.
(Walker, there is no road. The road is made as you walk.)
In order to write poetry, you must first invent a poet who will write it.
Antonio MachadoCaminante, son tus huellas el camino, y nada más; caminante, no hay camino, se hace camino al andar. Al andar se hace "Camino, y al volver la vista atrás se ve la senda que nunca se ha de volver a pisar. Caminante, no hay camino, sino estelas en la mar.
Antonio MachadoBetween living and dreaming there is a third thing. Guess it.
Antonio MachadoTags: life philosophy dreams dreaming living dream food-for-thought guessing
Has my heart gone to sleep?
Have the beehives of my dreams
stopped working, the waterwheel
of the mind run dry,
scoops turning empty,
only shadow inside?
No, my heart is not asleep.
It is awake, wide awake.
Not asleep, not dreaming—
its eyes are opened wide
watching distant signals, listening
on the rim of vast silence
The wind, one brilliant day, called
to my soul with an odor of jasmine.
"In return for the odor of my jasmine,
I'd like all the odor of your roses."
"I have no roses; all the flowers
in my garden are dead."
"Well then, I'll take the withered petals
and the yellow leaves and the waters of the fountain."
the wind left. And I wept. And I said to myself:
"What have you done with the garden that was entrusted to you?
Don't try to rush things: for the cup to run over, it must first be filled.
Antonio MachadoI’ve caught a glimpse of him in dreams:
expert hunter of himself,
every minute in ambush.
But don't hunt for dissonance:
There is no such thing;
People dance to all tunes.
I thought my fireplace dead
and stirred the ashes.
I burned my fingers.
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