“Traveller,
Your tracks are the road and nothing else
Traveller,
There is no road, roads are made by walking

As you walk, your make your own road
And when you look behind
You see the path that you must never walk again
Traveller,
Il n’y a pas de chemin
There is no road but only wakes on the sea…”

Antonio Machado
(Seville 1875 – Colliure 1939)