Wanderer, your footsteps are
the road, and nothing more.
Wanderer, there is no road,
the road is made by walking.
By walking one makes the road,
and upon glancing behind
one sees the path
that never will be trod again.
Wanderer, there is no road,
only wakes upon the sea.

from "Proverbios y cantares" in Campos de Castilla. 1912