My name is Ernest Hemingway:
When I write I take My way
\"The writer\'s job is tell the truth\"
And when I look for her
\"I can look over the roofs\"
When I write I\'m not passive,
When I write I\'m active.
I\'m My own Best Hero
Writing the truest sentences I know.
Life is a \"Moveable Feast\"
To the Human Being and Beast.
All that I have to do is write,
Writing is for me a rite,
Word is as a meteorite
Life Will never be rewrite.
I write the sentences I know
I am My Own Best Hero.
Actual things produce emotion
Throught the Word that I write;
I erase the false erosion
That produces overwrite;
I am the \"Moveable Feast\"
Of life and it\'s Revolution.
I lived good and good wrote,
Discipline was My virtue,
I wrote about I knew,
Exemplary was My Prose
Because I loved spoken Word.
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The writer\'s job is tell the truth
The life is a Moveable Feast
I can look over the roofs
I write the truest sentences I know
All that I have to do is write
It was easy yo me write
I am My own Best hero
I lived good and good wrote
Discipline is My virtue
I wrote about I knew
Exemplary was My prose
Loving atención to the spoken Word
Sweetly devoted to writing well
I\'m the Old man of the Sea
Emotion throught I describe
I\'m not in writing passive
Actual things produce emotion
At night, morning, afternoon.
I\'m the Moveable Feast
In the First War I were hurt,
Very badly in My body
Mind, Spirit and Morally.
The heros of My novels
They we\'re wounded similarly...
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The writer\'s job si tell the truth
The life is a movsble Feast
I can leave over the roof,
Write the true sentences I know
All that I have to do is write
It was easy yo me write
I am My own Best hero
I lived good and good wrote
Disciplinar is My virtual
I wrote about I knew
Exemplary was My prose
Loving atención to the spoken Word
Swrtly devoted to writing well
I\'m the Old man man of the Sea
Emotion throught I describe
I\'m not in writing passive
Actual things produce emotion
At night, morning, afternoon.
I\'m the Fiesta War I were hurt,
Very badly in My body
My Spirit and My mind
And hurt Aldo morally
The héroes of My novels
They we\'re wounded similarly...