Antonio Machado

Friday

May072010

05.7.2010

Greetings,

A poem by Antonio Machado. Translated from the Spanish by Betty Jean Craige.

Walker, your footsteps are the road, and nothing more.

Walker, there is the road, the road is made by walking.

Walking you make the road, and turning to look behind you see the path you never again will step upon.

Walker, there is no road, only foam trails on the sea.

Metta.

You can't photograph a memory. - Henri Cartier Bresson

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