Poema XXIII

por Antonio Machado

Caminante, son tus huellas
el camino y nada más;
Caminante, no hay camino,
se hace camino al andar.
Al andar se hace el 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.

* * *

Traveler, your footsteps are
the way and nothing more
Traveler, there is not a way
the way is made by walking.
Walking makes the way
and looking back at the view behind
shows the path that never
is treaded again.
Traveler there is no way
but wakes on the sea.

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