He Andado Muchos Caminos

I have walked many paths, I have opened many trails; I have sailed on a hundred seas and docked at a hundred shores. Everywhere I have seen caravans of sadness, proud and melancholic drunks of black shadow. And pedants to the cloth who look, stay silent and think they know, because they do not drink the wine of the taverns.
Bad people who walk and go stinking the earth... And everywhere I have seen people who dance or play, when they can, and work their four spans of land. Never, if they arrive somewhere, do they ask where they arrive. When they walk, they ride on the back of an old mule. And they do not know haste, not even on feast days. Where there is wine, they drink wine, where there is no wine, fresh water. They are good people who live, work, pass and dream, and on a day like many, they rest under the earth.