El Viajero (Antonio Machado Poems)
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ISe le vio, caminando entre fusiles,por una calle larga,salir al campo fr(Antonio Machado)
Todo pasa y todo queda,pero lo nuestro es pasar,pasar haciendo caminos,caminos sobre el mar.Nunca persequ(Antonio Machado)
Tus ojos me recuerdanlas noches de verano,negras noches sin luna,orilla al mar salado,y el chispear de estrellasdel cielo negro y ...
Palacio, good friend,is spring thereshowing itself on branches of black poplarsby the roads and river? On the steepsof the high ...
Anoche cuando dorm(Antonio Machado)
Yo voy so(Antonio Machado)
Last night as I was sleeping, I dreamt-marvelous error!- that a spring was breaking out in my heart. I said: ...
Who set, between those rocks like cinder, to show the honey of dream, that golden broom, those blue rosemaries? Who ...
Soria, in blue mountains, on the fields of violet, how often I've dreamed of you on the plain of flowers, ...
The wind, one brilliant day, called to my soul with an odor of jasmine. "In return for the odor of ...
Palacio, good friend, is spring there showing itself on branches of black poplars by the roads and river? On the ...
Hills of silver plate, grey heights, dark red rocks through which the Duero bends its crossbow arc round Soria, shadowed ...
Guadarrama, is it you, old friend, mountains white and gray that I used to see painted against the blue those ...
Has my heart gone to sleep? Have the beehives of my dreams stopped working, the waterwheel of the mind run ...
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