Traveler, there is no road
Caminante, no hay camino
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.
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.
by Antonio Machado
translated by Mary G. Berg and Dennis Maloney
Opened by Customs
1937–8
Featured image: Handscroll ink and color on silk: Searching for My Parents by Huang Xiangjian (Chinese, 1609–1673) Qing dynasty (1644–1911) 1656.
