all passes and all remains

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All passes and all remains,

and ours is to pass by,

to pass by making roads,

roads over the sea.


–Antonio Machado

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my soul is not asleep

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No, my soul is not asleep.
It is awake, wide awake.

It neither sleeps nor dreams, but watches,
its eyes wide open
far off things, and listens
at the shores of the great silence.


–Antonio Machado

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The Road

 

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Walker, your footsteps
are the road, and nothing more.

Walker, there is no road,
the road is made by walking.

Walking you make the road,

and turning to look behind
you see the path you never
again will step upon.

Walker, there is no road,
only foam trails on the sea.


–Antonio Machado

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