Wanderer, your footsteps are the road, and nothing more; wanderer, there is no road, the road is made by walking. By walking… — Antonio Machado Copy Share Image
Wanderer, your footsteps are the road, and nothing more; wanderer, there is no road, the road is made by walking. By walking… — Antonio Machado Copy Share Image
Caminante, no hay camino, se hace camino al andar. (Walk, there is no path, the path is made by walking.) — Antonio Machado Copy Share Image
XXIX Traveler, there is no path. The path is made by walking. Traveller, the path is your tracks And nothing more. Traveller,… — Antonio Machado Copy Share Image
“Last night, as I was sleeping, I dreamt - marvellous error! - that I had a beehive here inside my heart. And the golden… — Antonio Machado Copy Share Image
The truly erotic sensibility, in evoking the image of woman, never omits to clothe it. The robing and disrobing: that is the true traffic… — Antonio Machado Copy Share Image
Death is something we shouldn't fear because, while we are, death isn't, and when death is, we aren't. — Antonio Machado Copy Share Image
Don't try to rush things: for the cup to run over, it must first be filled. — Antonio Machado Copy Share Image
“In the landscape of my native land, a stranger in my own fields, --I had a homeland where the Duero flows between gray cliffs… — Antonio Machado Copy Share Image
“Hope says: one day you will see her, if you will only wait. Despair says: all you have left of her is your bitterness.… — Antonio Machado Copy Share Image
The afternoon is bright, with spring in the air, a mild March afternoon, with the breath of April stirring, I am alone in the… — Antonio Machado Copy Share Image
I. Don't trace out your profile-- forget your side view-- all that is outer stuff. II. Look for your other half who walks always… — Antonio Machado Copy Share Image
All uncertainty is fruitfull ... so long as it is accompanied by the wish to understand — Antonio Machado Copy Share Image
The deepest words of the wise man teach us the same as the whistle of the wind when it blows or the sound of… — Antonio Machado Copy Share Image
