Antonio Machado
Menneske, der er ingen vej. Vejen bliver til, når du går.
I am living at peace with men and at war with my innards.
There is no one so bound to his own face that he does not cherish the hope of presenting another to the world.
Travelers, there is no path, paths are made by walking.
Under all that we think, lives all we believe, like the ultimate veil of our spirits.
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