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Now I can only wear old shoes.
The road I follow
wears shoes out from the first step.
But only old shoes
don't despise my road
and only they can arrive
where my road arrives.
After that,
you have to continue barefoot.
- Roberto Juarroz, tr. by Mary Crow
Old roads, old paths, old ways...our minds turn to them in wonder. The trees are so lovely in this photograph.
ReplyDeleteYes, the old ways . . . seems I appreciate them more and more these days.
ReplyDeleteThank you, dear Iulia.