Proverbios y cantares xxix antonio machado biography

          Before he was to become one of the greatest Spanish authors of all time, he was born in in a rural area near Sevilla in Andalucía, the....

          Machado was a member of the Generation of and the author of collections such as Soledades, Galerias, Otros Poemas and El Crimen Fue en.

        1. Antonio Machado was one of the most profound poets writing in the Spanish language.
        2. Before he was to become one of the greatest Spanish authors of all time, he was born in in a rural area near Sevilla in Andalucía, the.
        3. Antonio Machado is one of the greatest Spanish poets of all time and, as such, an important figure to learn about when studying Spanish.
        4. Antonio Cipriano José María y Francisco de Santa Ana Machado y Ruiz, known as Antonio Machado (July 26, – February 22, ) was a Spanish.

          5. Sayings and Songs

          English translation by Paul Archer of 'Proverbios y Cantares' by Antonio Machado.

          I

          I never wanted to be famous
          or to leave my song
          in people’s memory;
          I love the subtle worlds,
          as weightless and gentle
          as soap bubbles.
          I like to see them, coloured
          in sunshine and scarlet, fly
          below the blue sky, tremble
          suddenly and burst.

          Nunca perseguí la gloria
          ni dejar en la memoria
          de los hombres mi canción;
          yo amo los mundos sutiles,
          ingrávidos y gentiles
          como pompas de jabón.


          Me gusta verlos pintarse
          de sol y grana, volar
          bajo el cielo azul, temblar
          súbitamente y quebrarse.

          II

          Why do we say that random
          tracks are roads?
          Everyone that walks,
          walks, like Jesus, on the sea.

          ¿Para qué llamar caminos
          a los surcos del azar?


          Todo el que camina anda,
          como Jesús, sobre el mar.

          III

          He who justifies our distrust
          we call the enemy, the thief of hope.
          The foolish never forgive