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"Wanderer" byAntonio Machado

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Summary

We welcome the invitation to walk, because by walking we learn life; by walking you get to know people; walking heals the wounds of the day before.
Camminare, guardando una stella.
Walking listening to your heart, walking following in the footsteps of others.
Walk towards the sun, walk this time into the sun!
from the book "Walking you learn to walk" by Leonardo Sapienza (La Ricerca publisher)

il libro donato da Mons. Leonardo Sapienza — the book donated by Mons. Leonardo Sapienza

Thank you dear Msgr. Leonardo Sapienza, per il suo dono gentile e di immenso valore affettivo e spirituale, che con parole di padre ci sussurrò il pensiero continuo del Santo Padre Francesco per il nostro amato Eugenio, durante l’General Audience of 24 November 2021.

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Let's read together

Everything passes and everything remains,
but ours is to pass,
pass by making paths,
paths by the sea.

I never sought glory,
nor to leave to memory
of men my song,
I love delicate worlds,
light and gentle,
like soap bubbles.

I like to see them paint themselves
of sun and scarlet, fly
under the blue sky, tremble
suddenly and disintegrate…
I never sought glory.

Wanderer, they are your footsteps
the path and nothing more;
wayfarer, there is no path,
the path is made by walking.

Walking makes the path
and looking back
you see the trail than ever again
will be trampled again.

Wayfarer there is no path,
but only wakes in the sea…

Once upon a time in this place where
now the woods are dressed in thorns,
a poet's voice was heard shouting
«Wanderer there is no path,
the path is made by walking…»

Stroke by stroke, verse by verse…

The poet died far from hearth.
Dust from a neighboring country covers it.
As they walked away they saw him crying.
«Wanderer there is no path,
the path is made by walking…»

Stroke by stroke, verse by verse…

When the goldfinch can't sing.
When the poet is a pilgrim,
when it's useless to pray.
«Wanderer there is no path,
the path is made by walking…»

Stroke by stroke, verse by verse