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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 melancólicos 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 e visto gentes que danzan o juegan, cuando pueden, y laboran sus cuatro palmos de tierra.
Nunca, si llegan a un sitio preguntan a donde 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.
Antonio Machado
Antonio Cipriano José María y Francisco de Santa Ana Machado y Ruiz (26 July 1875 – 22 February 1939), known as Antonio Machado, was a Spanish p
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