"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."
"Wanderer, your footsteps are the road, and nothing more; wanderer, there is no road, the road is made by walking. By walking one makes the road, and upon glancing behind one sees the path that never will be trod again. Wanderer, there is no road-- Only wakes upon the sea. Caminante, 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."
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Source: Antonio Machado (2013). “Border of a Dream: Selected Poems of Antonio Machado”, p.281, Copper Canyon Press
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