Antonio Machado

“ Playing, in the shade
of an old square,
the children were singing...
The spring of stone
pours its eternal
crystal of legend.
The children were singing
innocent songs,
of something that passes
and never arrives:
the hazy story
and the clear woe.
The serene spring
was following its song;
the story erased,
recounting its woe.
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