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“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.”
Antonio Machado, Campos de Castilla
“And when the day arrives for the final voyage
and the ship of no return is set to sail,
you’ll find me aboard, traveling light,
almost naked, like the children of the sea.”
Antonio Machado, Campos de Castilla
“Hope says: one day
you will see her, if you will only wait.
Despair says:
all you have left of her is your bitterness.
Beat, heart…The earth
has not swallowed everything.”
Antonio Machado, Campos de Castilla
“In the landscape of my native land,
a stranger in my own fields,
--I had a homeland where the Duero
flows between gray cliffs
and the ghosts of ancient oaks,
there in Castile, mystic and warlike,
graceful Castile, humble and boastful,
Castile of arrogance and power,
in the fields of Andalusia
where I was born, I long to sing!
My childhood memories are here,
images of palm trees and sun
against a golden brilliance,
distant bell towers with storks,
city streets without women
under an indigo sky, deserted swuares
where blazing orange trees ripen
with round vermillon fruit,
and in a shady garden, the dusty branches
of a lemon tree, pale yellow lemons
reflected in the clear water of the fountains.
The scent of lilies and carnations,
pungent odor of basil and mint.
images of gloomy olive groves
under a torrid sun that blinds and dazes,
winding blue mountain ranges
under the red glow of an immense afternoon;
but if the thread that links memory to the heart
is missing, the anchor to the shore,
these memories are soulless.
In their ragged dress,
they are remnants of memory,
castoffs the mind drags along.
One day, anointed with light from below,
our virginal bodies will return to their ancient shore.”
Antonio Machado, Campos de Castilla
“¡No puedo cantar, ni quiero,
a ese Jesús del madero,
sino al que anduvo en el mar!”
Antonio Machado, Campos de Castilla
“El hombre es por natura la bestia paradójica,
un animal absurdo que necesita lógica.”
Antonio Machado, Campos de Castilla
“«Romero, para ir a Roma,
lo que importa es caminar;
a Roma por todas partes,
por todas partes se va».”
Antonio Machado, Campos de Castilla
“Tiene el padre entre las cejas
un ceño que le aborrasca
el rostro, un tachón sombrío
como la huella de un hacha.
Soñando está con sus hijos,
que sus hijos lo apuñalan,
y cuando despierta mira
que es cierto lo que soñaba.”
Antonio Machado, Campos de Castilla
“A la vera de la fuente
quedó Alvargonzález muerto.
Tiene cuatro puñaladas
entre el costado y el pecho,
por donde la sangre brota,
más un hachazo en el cuello.”
Antonio Machado, Campos de Castilla
“Un buhonero que cruzaba
aquellas tierras errante,
fue en Dauria acusado, preso
y muerto en garrote infame.”
Antonio Machado, Campos de Castilla
“«La tierra de Alvargonzález
se colmará de riqueza,
y el que la tierra ha labrado
no duerme bajo la tierra».”
Antonio Machado, Campos de Castilla