Wayfarer, all that is
are your footprints, the road,
and nothing more.
Wayfarer, there is no way.
A path is made by walking it.
By being walked, it becomes a path.
By looking back, you become aware
of all that you will never walk again.
Wayfarer, there is no way,
only the wake of a raging sea.
Translated from Spanish by Paul Weinfield, © 2016