Once upon a White Board

Para el que se gradúa en mayo:

Caminante, son tus huellas
el camino y nada más;
Caminante, no hay camino,
se hace camino al andar.
Al andar se hace el camino,
y al volver la vista atrás
se ve la senda que nunca
se ha de volver a pisar.
Caminante no hay camino
sino estelas en la mar.
-Antonio Machado

y mi traducción:

Wanderer, the path is made
of your footprints, nothing more;
Wanderer, there is no path,
the path is made as you walk.
As you walk the path is made,
and turning to look behind
one sees the steps that never
can be tread again.
Wanderer, there is no path
only wakes upon the ocean.

Eh, it's only a sketch of a translation, but take from it what you can.
E.O.

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Epilogue (from December 6th):

It is as I knew it would be.
Each day the memory of you hurts a little less, and I wonder a little more, why you mattered so much before.
Eventually I'll read your letter and see, not an intimate, but a stranger I once knew.
'Cause y'know, that's the way it always goes.
I hope it is going the same, but faster, with you.
Bonne chance.