We wish you a joyful New Year 2014! However, since joy is not entirely a matter of wishes and luck, but it also depends on our personal efforts, we dedicate to you this poem by the Spanish poet Antonio Machado (1875 – 1939):
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“Traveler, there is no path”
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Traveler, there is no path
Everything goes and everything stays
but our fate is to pass
to pass making a path as we go,
paths over the sea,
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I never pursued glory,
or to leave on the memory
of the men,this my song:
I love the subtle worlds,
weightless and gentle
like soap bubbles.
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I like to see them paint themselves on sun and crimson,
fly under a blue sky
shudder suddenly, and break…
I never pursued glory.
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Traveler , your footprints are the path, and nothing else.
Traveler, there is no path. A path is made by walking.
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A path is made by walking,
and in looking back one sees
the trodden road that never
will be set foot on again.
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Traveler, there is no path, but wakes on the sea…
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(Translation of the original “Caminante no hay camino” poem from Antonio Machado, taken from www.lyricstranslate.com)
