“Caminante, no hay camino…” is Serrat’s poetic reminder that life is not a pre-drawn map, it is a trail we create step by step. The song celebrates the here and now: everything passes, everything leaves a trace, but our true purpose is to keep moving, carving out our own route even if it feels as fleeting as foam on the sea. Serrat, inspired by the Spanish poet Antonio Machado, tells us that glory and fame are not his goals; instead, he delights in delicate, weightless worlds, like soap bubbles that burst in sunlight.
The chorus repeats like a mantra: “Walker, there is no path, the path is made by walking.” Each footprint is unique, and once we look back, the old path can never be trodden again. Through the image of a poet who dies far from home and the silenced goldfinch that can no longer sing, Serrat warns that times of hardship may mute our voices, yet the only way forward is still “golpe a golpe, verso a verso” – blow by blow, verse by verse. Ultimately, the song is a hopeful ode to personal freedom and creativity: trust your steps, craft your own song, and leave shimmering wakes across the sea of life.