Antonio Machado
Antonio Machado
Antonio Machado, in full Antonio Cipriano José María y Francisco de Santa Ana Machado y Ruiz, was a Spanish poet and one of the leading figures of the Spanish literary movement known as the Generation of '98...
NationalitySpanish
ProfessionPoet
Date of Birth26 July 1875
CitySeville, Spain
CountrySpain
doubt size cellular
There are a lot of doubts over the size and effect of new competitors in the cellular sector.
heart sleep night
Last night as I was sleeping, I dreamt - marvellous error! - That it was God I had here inside my heart.
knowing glasses drink
It is good knowing that glasses are to drink from; the bad thing is not to know what thirst is for.
path life-is beats
Life is the path you beat while you walk it.
views your-side half
I. Don't trace out your profile-- forget your side view-- all that is outer stuff. II. Look for your other half who walks always next to you and tends to be who you aren't.
light effort
All our efforts must tend towards light.
long doe
Death is something we don't have to fear, since as long as we exist death doesn't and when it does we don't.
answers wheels break
At the very smallest wheel of our reasoning it is possible for a handful of questions to break the bank of our answers.
sea feet stopping
Wayfarer, the only way is your footsteps, there is no other. Wayfarer, there is no way, you make the way as you go. As you go, you make the way and stopping to look behind, you see the path that your feet will never travel again. Wayfarer, there is no way- Only foam trails to the sea.
spiritual path behinds
By walking one makes the road, and upon glancing behind sees the path
inspirational path made
Wanderer, your footsteps are the road, and nothing more; wanderer, there is no road, the road is made by walking. By walking one makes the road, and upon glancing behind one sees the path. . .
writing order firsts
In order to write poetry, you must first invent a poet who will write it.
made walking
There is no road, the road is made by walking.
hands circles waiting
Hell is the bloodcurdling mansion of time, in whose profoundest circle Satan himself waits, winding a gargantuan watch in his hand.