This saying, "Se hace caminos al andar" translates literally to “Roads are made by walking.” But the rich meaning of the words in Spanish of course imply more than the literal translation. The saying means that when you walk, take action, move in a direction you trail blaze, you open new roads, you move forward – it is a poetic observation of life. I have been running into this saying several times this semester. First I encountered in my BCLAD class with Juan Necochea – his sister sang the melody at the pedagogical conference earlier in the semester - beautiful. I also encountered a great blog with the same name in New York by Nani.
Where does the saying come from? I am sure most Hispanics know but I admit that I did not. So I did a bit of research and found that was written by Antonio Machado (1875-1939). Machado is the accomplished Spanish poet a close friend of Ruben Dario who wrote:
Where does the saying come from? I am sure most Hispanics know but I admit that I did not. So I did a bit of research and found that was written by Antonio Machado (1875-1939). Machado is the accomplished Spanish poet a close friend of Ruben Dario who wrote:
Cantares...
Todo pasa y todo queda,
pero lo nuestro es pasar,
pasar haciendo caminos,
caminos sobre el mar.
Nunca persequí la gloria,
ni dejar en la memoria
de los hombres mi canción;
yo amo los mundos sutiles,
ingrávidos y gentiles,
como pompas de jabón.
Me gusta verlos pintarse
de sol y grana, volar
bajo el cielo azul, temblar
súbitamente y quebrarse...
Nunca perseguí la gloria.
Caminante, son tus huellas
el camino y nada más;
caminante, no hay camino,
se hace camino al andar.
Al andar se hace camino
y al volver la vista atrás
se ve la senda que nunca
se ha de volver a pisar.
Caminante no hay camino
sino estelas en la mar...
Hace algún tiempo en ese lugar
donde hoy los bosques se visten de espinos
se oyó la voz de un poeta gritar
"Caminante no hay camino,
se hace camino al andar..."
Golpe a golpe, verso a verso...
Murió el poeta lejos del hogar.
Le cubre el polvo de un país
vecino.
Al alejarse le vieron llorar.
"Caminante no hay camino,
se hace camino al andar..."
Golpe a golpe, verso a verso...
Cuando el jilguero no puede cantar.
Cuando el poeta es un peregrino,
cuando de nada nos sirve rezar.
"Caminante no hay camino,
se hace camino al andar..."
Golpe a golpe, verso a verso.
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