Cantares… (Songs….Machado’s Testament)
All goes, and all remains,
My songs never chased
I like to see them, daubed
I never chased glory.
Traveller, the road is only
Going becomes the road
Traveller, every track
Step by step, line by line…
The poet died far from home.
Step by step, line by line…
When the goldfinch can’t sing,
Step by step, line by line.
Antonio Machado
but our task is to go,
to go creating roads
roads through the sea.
after glory to remain
in human memory.
I love the subtle worlds
weightless and charming,
worlds like soap-bubbles.
with sunlight and scarlet,
quiver, under a blue sky,
suddenly and burst…
your footprint, and no more;
traveller, there’s no road,
the road is your travelling.
and if you look back
you will see a path
none can tread again.
leaves its wake on the sea…
Once in this place
where bushes now have thorns
the sound of a poet’s cry was heard
‘Traveller there’s no road
the road is your travelling…’
Shrouded by dust of a neighbouring land.
At his parting they heard him cry:
‘Traveller there’s no road
the road is your travelling…’
when the poet’s a wanderer,
when nothing aids our prayer.
‘Traveller there’s no road
the road is your travelling…’
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