“Man would be "otherwise." That's the essence of the specifically human.”
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Antonio Machado Ruiz (Sevilla; 26 de julio de 1875 - Colliure, Francia; 22 de febrero de 1939) fue un poeta español, el más joven representante de la generación del 98. Su obra inicial, de corte modernista (como la de su hermano Manuel), evolucionó hacia un intimismo simbolista con rasgos románticos, que maduró en una poesía de compromiso humano, de una parte, y de contemplación casi taoísta de la existencia, por otra; una síntesis que en la voz de Machado se hace eco de la sabiduría popular más ancestral. Fue uno de los alumnos distinguidos de la Institución Libre de Enseñanza (ILE), con cuyos idearios estuvo siempre comprometido. Murió en el exilio en la agonía de la Segunda República Española. ---------- Antonio Machado Ruiz (26 July 1875 – 22 February 1939) was a Spanish poet and one of the leading figures of the Spanish literary movement known as the Generation of '98. His work, initially modernist, evolved towards an intimate form of symbolism with romantic traits. He gradually developed a style characterised by both an engagement with humanity on one side and an almost Taoist contemplation of existence on the other, a synthesis that according to Machado echoed the most ancient popular wisdom.
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“Man would be "otherwise." That's the essence of the specifically human.”
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“Between living and dreaming there is a third thing. Guess it.”
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“Wanderer, your footsteps are the road, and nothing more; wanderer, there is no road, the road is made by walking. By walking one makes the road, and upon glancing behind one sees the path th...”
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“I thought my fireplace dead and stirred the ashes. I burned my fingers.”
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“আরেকটি রাত ছেলেটির জলপট্টি বাঁধা কপালে ঢিপ ঢিপ করে পড়ে জ্বরের হাতুড়ি। ‘মা গো, ওই যে হলুদ পাখি! ওই যে প্রজাপতি ওড়ে কালো, বেগুনে!’ ‘ঘুমা বাছা’ বিছানার পাশে বসে মা চেপে ধরে সন্তানের ক্ষুদে হাত...”
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“Last night as I was sleeping, I dreamt -- O, marvelous error -- That there was a beehive here inside my heart And the golden bees were making white combs And sweet honey from all my failures...”
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“The eye you see is not an eye because you see it; it is an eye because it sees you.”
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