<html><head><meta http-equiv="Content-Type" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"></head><body style="word-wrap: break-word; -webkit-nbsp-mode: space; line-break: after-white-space;" class=""><div dir="auto" style="word-wrap: break-word; -webkit-nbsp-mode: space; line-break: after-white-space;" class=""><div class="">Proverbs and Songs</div><div class=""><p class="gmail-nitro-offscreen">Everything passes and everything stays,<br class="">but our thing is to pass,<br class="">pass by making paths,<br class="">paths over the sea.</p><p class="gmail-nitro-offscreen">I never chased after the glory<br class="">nor leave in memory<br class="">of men my song;<br class="">I love the subtle worlds<br class="">weightless and gentle,<br class="">like soap bubbles.</p><p class="gmail-nitro-offscreen">I like to see them paint themselves<br class="">of sun and scarlet, <br class="">Fly under the blue sky, <br class="">Shake suddenly and break …</p><p class="gmail-nitro-offscreen">I never chased after the glory.<br class="">Walker, your footprints<br class="">are the road and nothing else;<br class="">walker, there is no path,<br class="">the path is made by walking.</p><p class="gmail-nitro-offscreen">When you walk, you make a path<br class="">And when you look back<br class="">you see the path that will never <br class="">be stepped on again.</p><p class="gmail-nitro-offscreen">Walker there is no path<br class="">but wakes in the sea…</p><p class="gmail-nitro-offscreen">Some time ago in that place<br class="">where today the forests are dressed in thorns<br class="">a poet’s voice was heard shouting<br class="">“Walker there is no path,<br class="">the path is made by walking … “<br class="">Blow by blow, verse by verse …</p><div class=""><br class=""></div><div class=""><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>- Antonio Machado</div><div class=""><br class=""></div><div class=""><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>(Translation by Juan Manuel Serrat)</div><div class=""><br class=""></div></div><div class=""><br class=""></div><div class=""><div class="">Proverbios y Cantares</div><div class=""><p class="gmail-nitro-offscreen"><em class="">Todo pasa y todo queda,</em><br class=""><em class="">pero lo nuestro es pasar,</em><br class=""><em class="">pasar haciendo caminos,</em><br class=""><em class="">caminos sobre el mar.</em></p><p class="gmail-nitro-offscreen"><em class="">Nunca perseguí la gloria,</em><br class=""><em class="">ni dejar en la memoria</em><br class=""><em class="">de los hombres mi canción;</em><br class=""><em class="">Amo los mundos sutiles,</em><br class=""><em class="">ingrávidos y gentiles,</em><br class=""><em class="">como pompas de jabón.</em></p><p class="gmail-nitro-offscreen"><em class="">Me gusta verlos pintarse</em><br class=""><em class="">de sol y grana, volar</em><br class=""><em class="">bajo el cielo azul, temblar</em><br class=""><em class="">súbitamente y quebrarse…</em></p><p class="gmail-nitro-offscreen"><em class="">Nunca perseguí la gloria.</em><br class=""><em class="">Caminante, son tus huellas</em><br class=""><em class="">el camino y nada más;</em><br class=""><em class="">caminante, no hay camino,</em><br class=""><em class="">se hace camino al andar.</em></p><p class="gmail-nitro-offscreen"><em class="">Al andar se hace camino</em><br class=""><em class="">y al volver la vista atrás</em><br class=""><em class="">se ve la senda que nunca</em><br class=""><em class="">se ha de volver a pisar.</em></p><p class="gmail-nitro-offscreen"><em class="">Caminante no hay camino</em><br class=""><em class="">sino estelas en la mar…</em><br class=""><em class=""><br class=""></em></p><p class="gmail-nitro-offscreen"><em class="">Hace algún tiempo en ese lugar</em><br class=""><em class="">donde hoy los bosques se visten de espinos</em><br class=""><em class="">se oyó la voz de un poeta gritar</em><br class=""><em class="">“Caminante no hay camino,</em><br class=""><em class="">se hace camino al andar…”</em><br class=""><em class="">Golpe a golpe, verso a verso…</em></p><div class=""><br class=""></div><div class=""><span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"> </span>- Antonio Machado</div><div class=""><br class="webkit-block-placeholder"></div></div></div></div></body></html>