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Traveler, there is no road

Traveler, there is no road

Caminante, no hay camino

Traveler, your footprints
are the only road, nothing else.
Traveler, there is no road;
you make your own path as you walk.
As you walk, you make your own road,
and when you look back
you see the path
you will never travel again.
Traveler, there is no road;
only a ship’s wake on the sea.
by Antonio Machado
translated by Mary G. Berg and Dennis Maloney
J.M.W. Turner The Two Travellers c.1820–30
The Two Travellers 1942 Jack Butler Yeats (1871-1957)
Kurt Schwitters
Opened by Customs
1937–8
Nothing to Declare  Maliheh Afnan (Iranian, Haifa, Palestine, present-day Israel, 1935–2016, London) 2007
Midnight Sun 1940 Eric Ravilious 1903-1942
Untitled No. 44 1965 Paul Huxley born 1938
Featured image: Handscroll ink and color on silk: Searching for My Parents by Huang Xiangjian (Chinese, 1609–1673) Qing dynasty (1644–1911) 1656.
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