Songs

Songs(cantares, a classical deep song of Spanish culture, inspired by Antonio Machado's poem)

Everything goes and everything stays

but ours is to remain, remaining doing our ways, ways through the sea,

I never pursued the glory neither leaving in the memory of men my song,

I love the subtle worlds and the gentle weightless worlds like soap bubbles.

I like to see them painting themselves of sun and scarlet colour,

flying under blue sky, suddenly  trembling and turning, I never pursued the glory.

walker, your footprints are the way and nothing else,

walker, there isn't  way, the way is made by walking.

the way is made by walking and turn the view back

you will see the path which you must not take in again.

walker, there isn't  way but some wakes across the sea.

A long time ago, in that place where the forest is dressed of thornbushes

it is heard the poet's voice shouting:

"walker, there isn't  way, the way is made by walking"

Blow by blow, verse by verse.
The poet died far away home
covered in dust from a neighbouring country.
As they walking away they saw him shouting:
"walker, there isn't....

when the plover can't sing

when the poet is a pilgrim

when praying is useless,

"walker, there isn't  ...