Er is geen pad, slechts rimpels in het water

Wanderer, your footprints are
the path, and nothing more;
Wanderer, there is no path,
it is created as you walk.

By walking,
you make the path before you,
and when you look behind
you see the parth which after you
will not be trod again.
Wanderer, there is no path,
but the ripples on the waters

Antonio Machado,
Chant XXIX Proverbios y cantares,
Campos de Castilla, 1917