He andado muchos caminos
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.
I have walked many ways
I have walked many ways
I have opened many paths;
I have sailed in one hundred seas
and berthed in one hundred shores.
Everywhere I have seen
sadness caravans,
magnificent and melancholic
drunkards of black shade.
And pedantones to the cloth
that they watch, they shut up and they think
that they know, because they do not drink
the wine of the taverns.
Bad people who walk
and she is stinking out the Earth…
And everywhere and seen
people who dance or play,
when they can, and they toil
its four hand spans of earth.
Never, if they arrive at a site
they ask where they arrive.
When they walk, they ride
to backs of old mule.
And they do not know the haste
nor even in the holidays.
Where there is wine, they drink wine,
where there is no wine, fresh waterEtiquetas: Antonio Machado |
