Back to the Palace
And Home to a stone
She travels the fastest
Who travels alone
Back to the pasture
And home to a bone
She travels the fastest
Who travels alone –
Back to all nothing
And back to alone
She travels the fastest
Who travels alone
But never worry, gentlemen
Because there’s Harry’s Bar
Afderas on the Lido
In a low slung yellow car
Europeo’s publishing
Mondadori doesn’t pay
Hate your friends
Love all false things
Some colts are fed on hay
Wake up in the mornings
Venice still is there
Pigeons meet and beg and breed
Where no sun lights the square
The things that we have loved are in the gray lagoon
All the stones we walked on
Walk on them alone
Live alone and like it
Like it for a day
But I will not be alone, angrily she said
Only in your heart, he said. Only in your head.
But I love to be alone, angrily she said.
Yes, I know, he answered
Yes, I know, he said.
But I will be the best one. I will lead the pack.
Sure, of course, I know you will. You have a right to be.
Come back some time and tell me. Come back so I can see.
You and all your troubles. How hard you work each day.
Yes I know he answered.
Please do it your own way.
Do it in the mornings when your mind is cold.
Do it in the evenings when everything is sold.
Do it in the springtime when springtime isn’t there
Do it in the winter
We know winter well
Do it on very hot days
Try doing it in hell.
Trade bed for pencil
Trade sorrow for a page
No work it out your own way
Have good luck at your age.
- texto escrito em 1951 por Ernest Hemingway. Retirado do livro ‘Ernest Hemingway – Complete Poems’
