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
wise blow men
The deepest words of the wise man teach us the same as the whistle of the wind when it blows or the sound of the water when it is flowing.
flower garden wind
The wind, one brilliant day, called to my soul with an odor of jasmine. "In return for the odor of my jasmine, I'd like all the odor of your roses." "I have no roses; all the flowers in my garden are dead." "Well then, I'll take the withered petals and the yellow leaves and the waters of the fountain." the wind left. And I wept. And I said to myself: "What have you done with the garden that was entrusted to you?
light understanding doe
No one can shed light on vices he does not have or afflictions he has ever experienced.
running community atheism
Beware of the community in which blasphemy does not exist: underneath, atheism runs rampant.
long decision wish
All uncertainty is fruitfull ... so long as it is accompanied by the wish to understand
dream thirds
Between living and dreaming there is a third thing. Guess it.
sea track looks
XXIX Traveler, there is no path. The path is made by walking. Traveller, the path is your tracks And nothing more. Traveller, there is no path The path is made by walking. By walking you make a path And turning, you look back At a way you will never tread again Traveller, there is no road Only wakes in the sea.
dream sleep eye
My soul is not asleep. It is awake, wide awake. It neither sleeps nor dreams, but watches, its eyes wide open far-off things, and listens at the shores of the great silence.
crucial days next
These next days are crucial to see who is participating in the auctions. Everyone is waiting.
travel time journey
Travelers, there is no path, paths are made by walking.
jesus heaven passing-away
I love Jesus, who said to us: Heaven and earth will pass away. When heaven and earth have passed away, my word will remain. What was your word, Jesus? Love? Forgiveness? Affection? All your words were one word: Wakeup.
fundamentals poet
What the poet is searching for is not the fundamental I but the deep you.
believe thinking veils
Under all that we think, lives all we believe, like the ultimate veil of our spirits
fire ashes fingers
I thought my fire was out, and stirred the ashes…. I burnt my fingers.