Caminante son tus huellas

el camino, y nada más;

caminante, no hay camino,

se hace camino al andar.

Al andar se hace 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, Proverbios y Cantares.

Now, the smoke fills the air in this honky-tonk bar

And I'm thinking about where I'd rather be

But I burned all my bridges, I sank all my ships

And I'm stranded at the edge of the sea

But I need four walls around me to hold my life

To keep me from going astray

I need a honky-tonk angel to hold me tight

To keep me from slipping away

James Taylor. Bartender Blues