Andar
Cecilia
Walking
Although the path is narrow,
The dust sticks to the body,
Even if the winds drag me,
I follow my paths without burden
Walking like a vagabond,
With no fixed direction, no goal,
Like a weather vane,
At the whim of the wind,
The point is to walk
The point is to walk
The landscape does not belong to me,
I travel without luggage through the long night,
I want to be a pilgrim on the roads of Spain,
I want to be a pilgrim on the roads of Spain
I don't aim for a destination,
I don't take anyone's place,
Because my place is the air,
Like the scent of good wine
Knowing that it's never too late,
My foot always in the stirrup,
And every step I take,
One less step to take,
The point is to walk,
The point is to walk
The landscape does not belong to me,
I travel without luggage through the long night,
I want to be a pilgrim on the roads of Spain,
I want to be a pilgrim on the roads of Spain
I leave no trace or mark
To not be nor am I a memory
I pass by in silence
Without being a slave to time
The horizon as a limit
And the sea as a border
For not having nor do I have a north
And I don't know what it is to arrive
The point is to walk
The point is to walk
The landscape does not belong to me,
I travel without luggage through the long night,
I want to be a pilgrim on the roads of Spain,
I want to be a pilgrim on the roads of Spain
