![]() Together we’ll see where this trail leads. So, I ask for a bit of patience and a sense of adventure from you, the reader. And in the case of the blog, maybe it also means that it won’t be confined to thematic rules or guidelines it might wander a bit. Perhaps what it means is that there is no purpose, no destination, but what counts is simply that we proceed, only the journey. I’ve pasted it down below, followed by a version in English. ![]() I’m calling it “No Hay Camino” after a poem by Antonio Machado. el camino y nada más caminante, no hay camino, se hace camino al andar. Miguel Ríos Caminante, no hay camino, sino estelas en la mar. Serrat Al andar se hace camino, y, al volver la vista atrás, se ve la senda que nunca. Es usual, asimismo, encontrarse con breves versos de Machado citados en ensayos. I look out to the sea bound by the horizon.So, I’m Trenton and this is my blog. Miguel Ríos Caminante, no hay camino, se hace camino al andar. Los versos de Antonio Machado (1875-1939) Caminante, son tus huellas/ el camino, y nada ms / caminante no hay camino,/ se hace camino al andar nos resultan familiares gracias, en parte, a la cancin versificada de Joan Manuel Serrat. Song to Guimar From sea to sea, between the two the war It was fiery because I feltĬancione a Guiomar De mar a mar, entre los dos la guerra Blow by blow, verse by verse Blow by blow, verse by verseĪnoche cuando dormia Anoche cuando dormíaĭentro de mi corazòn. Traveler, there is no path.Ī path is made by walking. When the robin can no longer sing, when the poet is a pilgrim, when praying is no more of use. As he went away, he could be heard crying, "Traveler, there is no path.Ī path is made by walking". The poet died far from home and is covered by the dust of a neighboring country. Some time ago on that place where today the woods dress in brambles the voice of a poet was heard shouting ¨Traveler, there is no path.Ī path is made by walking". Traveler, there is no path,īut wakes on the sea. A path is made by walking, and in looking back one sees the trodden road that never will be set foot on again. Traveler, there is no path,Ī path is made by walking. Traveler, your footprintsĪre the path, and nothing else. Singings Everything goes and everything stays but our fate is to pass to pass making a path as we go, paths over the sea, I never pursued glory, or to leave on the memory of the men, this my song: I love the subtle worlds, weightless and gentle like soap bubbles. Se hace camino al andar.” Golpe a golpe, verso a verso. ![]() Se hace camino al andar." Golpe a golpe, verso a verso.Ĭuando el jilguero no puede cantar cuando el poeta es un peregrino, cuando de nada nos sirve rezar. ![]() Hace algún tiempo en ese lugar donde hoy los bosques se visten de espinos se oyó la voz de un poeta gritar Al andar se hace camino y al volver la vista atrás se ve la senda que nunca se ha de volver a pisar. Nunca perseguí la gloria, ni dejar en la memoria de los hombres mi canción yo amo los mundos sutiles, ingrávidos y gentiles como pompas de jabón. Todo pasa y todo queda pero lo nuestro es pasar, pasar haciendo caminos, caminos sobre el mar. Those afternoons of the old days in Madrid?Ī thousand Guadarramas and a thousand sunsĬome riding with me, riding to your heart.Ĭantares Versionado por Joan Manuel Serrat That I used to see painted against the blue So that your eyes of diamond I might see, Rather of your loving voice: show your face, The word unasked for, answer my question!Ĭreated in the inner mirror, it’s the mystery Yet however it flows to an unknown shore,Īnd your name sounds there, eternally! Dreams in Dialogue IV Antonio Machado - Caminante no hay camino David Espua 3.76K subscribers 105K views 3 years ago Antonio Machado (Sevilla, 26 de julio de 1875 Cotlliure, 22 de febrero de 1939) fue. Have I tarnished your memory? So many times! ![]() Someday, in blessed light, they’ll return (Translation: Don Share) El quererīeber entera tu alma. When there’s no wine, they drink cool water. Poesias completas (1928) Caminante, son tus huellas el camino y nada ms Caminante, no hay camino, se hace camino al andar. MACHADO, Antonio Yo voy soñando caminos Yo voy soñando caminosĮn el corazón clavada. ![]()
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