HE ANDADO MUCHOS CAMINOS -Poema de Antonio Machado

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 melancòlicos
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 he visto gentes
que danzan o juegan cuando pueden,
y laboran sus cuatro palmos de tierra.

Nunca, si llegan a un sitio,
preguntan adònde 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
Son buenas gentes que viven,
laboran, pasan y sueñan,
y en un día como tantos
descansan bajo la tierra.

I have walked many roads
I have opened many paths,
I have sailed in one hundred seas
And docked on one hundred banks.

Everywhere I’ve seen
Caravans of sadness,
Proud and melancholic
Drunk with black shadow,
And pedantones to the looking cloth,
They keep silent and think that they know,
Because they do not drink wine from taverns.

Bad walking people
And it is stinking the earth.
And everywhere I have seen people
Who dance or play when they can,
And work their four feet of land.

Never, if they come to a site,
They ask where they come from.
When they walk,
Ride on the backs of an old mule,
And they do not know the hurry
Not even on holidays.

Where there is wine,
Drink wine where there is no wine, fresh water
They are good people who live,
Labor, pass and dream,
And on a day like so many
They rest under the earth.

autor:Antonio Machado
vídeo: Angelina Gómez
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