[Traveler, your footprints]

Credit:  David Fettling

Traveler, your footprints

are the only road, nothing else.

Traveler, there is no road;

you make your own path as you walk.

As you walk, you make your own road,

and when you look back

you see the path

you will never travel again.

Traveler, there is no road;

only a ship's wake on the sea.

 ~ Antonio Machado

(Translated by by Mary G. Berg and Dennis Maloney)

Telling the truth

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“A Spanish poet, Antonio Machado, once said: ‘Dijiste media verdad. Dirán que mientes dos veces si dices la otra mitad.’”
“Translated means…”
“You told a half-truth. They’ll say you lie twice when you tell the other half.”

~ Olga Núñez Miret

Telling the truth

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“A Spanish poet, Antonio Machado, once said: ‘Dijiste media verdad. Dirán que mientes dos veces si dices la otra mitad.’”
“Translated means…”
“You told a half-truth. They’ll say you lie twice when you tell the other half.”

~ Olga Núñez Miret

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Yo he visto mi alma en sueños…

En el etéreo espacio

donde los mundos giran,

un astro loco, un raudo,

cometa con los rojos

cabellos incendiados…

Yo he visto mi alma en sueños,

cual río plateado,

de rizas ondas lentas

que fluyen dormitando…

Yo he visto mi alma en sueños,

como un estrecho y largo

corredor tenebroso,

de fondo iluminado…

Acaso mi alma tenga

risueña luz de campo,

y sus aromas lleguen

de allá, del fondo claro…

Yo he visto mi alma en sueños…

Era un desierto llano

y un árbol seco y roto

hacia el camino blanco.

Translation

I have seen my soul in dreams…

In the ethereal space

where worlds spin,

a demented star, an impetuous

comet with its red

tail of fire…

I have seen my soul in dreams

like a silvery river

with rippling waves

that flow sleepily…

I have seen my soul in dreams

like a long and narrow

dimly lit corridor

with an illuminated foundation…

Perhaps my soul has

the cheerful light of the countryside,

and its aromas come

from there, from the glowing foundation…

I have seen my soul in dreams…

It was a deserted plain

and a dry and broken tree

along the white path

~ Antonio Machado

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Yo he visto mi alma en sueños…

En el etéreo espacio

donde los mundos giran,

un astro loco, un raudo,

cometa con los rojos

cabellos incendiados…

Yo he visto mi alma en sueños,

cual río plateado,

de rizas ondas lentas

que fluyen dormitando…

Yo he visto mi alma en sueños,

como un estrecho y largo

corredor tenebroso,

de fondo iluminado…

Acaso mi alma tenga

risueña luz de campo,

y sus aromas lleguen

de allá, del fondo claro…

Yo he visto mi alma en sueños…

Era un desierto llano

y un árbol seco y roto

hacia el camino blanco.

Translation

I have seen my soul in dreams…

In the ethereal space

where worlds spin,

a demented star, an impetuous

comet with its red

tail of fire…

I have seen my soul in dreams

like a silvery river

with rippling waves

that flow sleepily…

I have seen my soul in dreams

like a long and narrow

dimly lit corridor

with an illuminated foundation…

Perhaps my soul has

the cheerful light of the countryside,

and its aromas come

from there, from the glowing foundation…

I have seen my soul in dreams…

It was a deserted plain

and a dry and broken tree

along the white path

~ Antonio Machado

Last Night As I Was Sleeping

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Last night as I was sleeping,

I dreamt—marvelous error!—

that a spring was breaking

out in my heart.

I said: Along which secret aqueduct,

Oh water, are you coming to me,

water of a new life

that I have never drunk?

Last night as I was sleeping,

I dreamt—marvelous error!—

that I had a beehive

here inside my heart.

And the golden bees

were making white combs

and sweet honey

from my old failures.

Last night as I was sleeping,

I dreamt—marvelous error!—

that a fiery sun was giving

light inside my heart.

It was fiery because I felt

warmth as from a hearth,

and sun because it gave light

and brought tears to my eyes.

Last night as I slept,

I dreamt—marvelous error!—

that it was God I had

here inside my heart.

~ Antonio Machado

(Translated by Robert Bly)

Last Night As I Was Sleeping

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Last night as I was sleeping,

I dreamt—marvelous error!—

that a spring was breaking

out in my heart.

I said: Along which secret aqueduct,

Oh water, are you coming to me,

water of a new life

that I have never drunk?

Last night as I was sleeping,

I dreamt—marvelous error!—

that I had a beehive

here inside my heart.

And the golden bees

were making white combs

and sweet honey

from my old failures.

Last night as I was sleeping,

I dreamt—marvelous error!—

that a fiery sun was giving

light inside my heart.

It was fiery because I felt

warmth as from a hearth,

and sun because it gave light

and brought tears to my eyes.

Last night as I slept,

I dreamt—marvelous error!—

that it was God I had

here inside my heart.

~ Antonio Machado

(Translated by Robert Bly)