![]() Once I figured it all out, I had a bit of a “tattoo identity crisis”, but I think that this discovery has only added significance to the phrase in the context of my life experiences. In reality, it’s as if I was stamping my own fate on myself without knowing. CAMINANTE : No Hay Camino se Hace Camino al Andar es una obra literaria que narra una emocionante odisea de auto-descubrimiento, aventura y crecimiento. When I got it, I had no idea that I would be in Spain this summer I was doing it all for the love of travel, but even more so for the love of Argentina. Here’s the fun part, though: It is super Spanish. So, I maybe should have done some more research about the origins of my tattoo rather than taking a friendly suggestion as absolute fact… Aquí os indico el link hacia la versión cantada del poema por los magníficos Joaquín. Caminante no hay camino sino estelas en la mar Hace algn tiempo en ese lugar donde hoy los bosques se visten de espinos se oy la voz de un poeta gritar Caminante no hay camino, se hace camino al andar Golpe a golpe, verso a. Caminante no hay camino sino estelas en la mar. Al andar se hace camino y al volver la vista atrs se ve la senda que nunca se ha de volver a pisar. Al andar se hace el camino, y al volver la vista atrás se ve la senda que nunca se ha de volver a pisar. Al andar se hace el camino, y al volver la vista atrás se ve la senda que nunca se ha de volver a pisar. Caminante, no hay camino, se hace camino al andar. Caminante no hay caminoĭonde hoy los bosques se visten de espinos Caminante, son tus huellas el camino y nada más Caminante, no hay camino, se hace camino al andar. My teacher brought in the entire poem for me, and everyone else, to read in class. Caminante no hay camino sino estelas en la mar. Very nice.” I was vaguely aware that there was a song by a Spanish singer that had the phrase in it but didn’t really know what she was talking about.įlash forward a week. Caminante, son tus huellas el camino y nada más Caminante, no hay camino, se hace camino al andar. As soon as my teacher finishes reading, she exclaims, “Oh, it’s from the poem by Antonio Machado! That’s super Spanish. I’m in Spanish class, attempting to show everyone the ink on my ribs. I read parts of it while in Buenos Aires, so after a few months of thinking about the particular sentence, I decided that it represented so many things that are/were important to me, that I might as well tattoo it on myself!īack to two weeks ago. I have found translations as wanderer, walker and traveler, and I. The poem is from Antonio Machado (Spain) and the original in Spanish says: Caminante, no hay camino, se hace camino al andar. La estrofa principal, que da título al conjunto, se pue. Supposedly it was from El gaucho Martín Fierro, which is like the unofficial national book of Argentina. As the poet said: Traveler, there is no road, The road is made by walking. El poema es una adaptación que realizó Juan Manuel Serrat de varias composiciones de Antonio Machado. I didn’t find the phrase on my own José came across it and said that he thought it described my outlook on life. ![]() There is no road, keep moving one step at a time.“Caminante no hay camino, se hace camino al andar.” = Traveler, there is no path the path is made upon walking. Maybe because the norms of our whole society have been shaken as well. Después de las notas y para los alumnos de la caja. Maybe thanks to Frozen II (whose songs are permanently embedded into my mind, continually reinforced by our three little princesses), but stepping into the unknown, and doing “the next right thing” has been a theme of late. HAY QUE SEGUIR CAMINANDO.Poema Caminante, No Hay Caminode Antonio Machado Todo pasa y todo queda,pero lo. Poema cantado por Joan Manuel Serrat en honor a nuestro querido poeta Antonio Machado.CAMINANTE NO HAY CAMINO:Todo pasa y todo queda,pero lo nuestro es pasar. I first heard this poem in Brené Brown’s Daring Greatly, and have been reminded of it at times where I’m looking for a map for the path ahead. Here’s another little zine I made from a map page, featuring a poem by Antonio Machado.
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