Antonio Machado

He Andado Muchos Caminos

I have walked many roads I have walked many roads I have opened many paths; I have sailed a hundred seas and moored on a hundred shores. Everywhere I have seen caravans of sadness, proud and melancholy black shadow drunks. And pedantons to the cloth who look, shut up and think what do they know, why don't they drink the wine of the taverns. bad people walking and the earth is stinking. . . And everywhere I've seen people who dance or play, when they can, and they work its four palms of land. Never, if they arrive at a site They ask where they are going. When they walk, they ride on the back of an old mule. And they don't know the rush not even on holidays. Where there is wine, they drink wine, where there is no wine, fresh water. He andado muchos caminos he abierto muchas veredas; he navegado en cien mares y atracado en cien riberas. En todas partes he visto caravanas de tristeza, soberbios y melancólicos borrachos de sombra negra. Y pedantones al paño que miran, callan y piensan que saben, porque no beben el vino de las tabernas. Mala gente que camina y va apestando la tierra… Y en todas partes e visto gentes que danzan o juegan, cuando pueden, y laboran sus cuatro palmos de tierra. Nunca, si llegan a un sitio preguntan a donde llegan. Cuando caminan, cabalgan a lomos de mula vieja. Y no conocen la prisa ni aun en los días de fiesta. Donde hay vino, beben vino, donde no hay vino, agua fresca.