XXIX - Antonio Machado

Traveler, there is no path.
The path is made by walking.
Traveler, the path is your tracks
And nothing more.
Traveler, there is no path.
The path is made by walking.
By walking you make a path
And turning, you look back
At a way you will never tread again.
Traveler, there is no road
Only wakes in the sea.

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