Monday, November 15, 2010

XXIII by Antonio Machado (A Poem)

by lorenzo stupid kid AKA rockito
I love this poem by Antonio Machado:


Traveller, your footprints
are the road, nothing more;
traveller, there is no road,
the road is made by walking.
By walking the road is made,
and turning to look behind
one sees the road that never
can be walked down again.
Traveller, there is no road,
just ripples in the ocean.

1 comment:

  1. Hey Alana,

    I'm all about finding a little inspiration when I can right now. Love the poem. Thanks!