a garden of eternal spring

It doesn’t matter now
if the golden wine floats abundantly in your crystal cup,
or if the bitter juice clouds the pure glass…

You know the secret passageways
of the soul, the roads that dreams take,
and the calm evening
where they go to die…

There the good and silent spirits
of life are waiting for you,
and someday they will carry you
to a garden of eternal spring.

==Antonio Machado

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