Wanderer, your footsteps are the road, and nothing more; wanderer, there is no road, the road is made by walking. By walking one makes the road, and upon glancing behind one sees the path that never will be trod again. Wanderer, there is no road-- Only wakes upon the sea. Caminante, son tus huellas el camino, y nada más; caminante, no hay camino, se hace camino al andar. Al andar se hace 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. Antonio Machado
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The road is made by the walker, the walker makes the road, and upon glancing behind one sees the path that never will be trod again. The path that will not be walked upon again. The road is made by walking. There is no road, only wakes upon the sea.

Source: Campos De Castilla

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