"In all, there were three things: the certainty one is always beginning, the certainty one must go further, and the certainty that one will be interrupted before finishing. From the interruptions, to make a new path, from falling, a dance step. From fear, a ladder. From dream, a bridge, from search...the encounter." --Fernando Sabino
Tuesday, November 10, 2015
Poem XXIV by Antonio Machado
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
See more of his work at http://www.whitepine.org/noroad.pdf
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