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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 roads I have opened many paths; I have sailed in a hundred seas and docked in a hundred riverbanks.
Everywhere I have seen caravans of sadness, proud and melancholic drunkards of black shadow.
And pretentious people who look, are silent, and think that they know, because they do not drink the wine of the taverns.
Bad people who walk and stink up the earth...
And everywhere I have seen people who dance or play, when they can, and work their four palms of land.
Never, when they arrive at a place do they ask where they arrive. When they walk, they ride on the backs of old mules.
And they do not know haste not even on festive days. Where there is wine, they drink wine, where there is no wine, fresh water.