"The deepest words of the wise man teach us the same as the whistle of the wind when it blows or the sound of the water when it is flowing."
"The afternoon is bright, with spring in the air, a mild March afternoon, with the breath of April stirring, I am alone in the quiet patio looking for some old untried illusion - some shadow on the whiteness of the wall some memory asleep on the stone rim of the fountain, perhaps in the air the light swish of some trailing gown."
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Source: Antonio Machado, Alan S. Trueblood (1982). “Antonio Machado”, p.75, Harvard University Press
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