In my school notebooks
On my desk and the trees
On the sand on the snow
I write your name

On all pages read
On all the blank pages
Stone blood paper or ash
I write your name

On the golden images
On the weapons of warriors
On the crown of kings
I write your name

On the jungle and the desert
On the nests on the broom
On the echo of my childhood
I write your name

On the wonders of the nights
On the white bread of the days
On the engaged seasons
I write your name

On all my azure rags
On the pond moldy sun
On the lake living moon
I write your name

On the fields on the horizon
On the wings of birds
And on the mill of shadows
I write your name

On every breath of dawn
On the sea on the boats
On the crazy mountain
I write your name

On the foam of the clouds
On the sweats of the storm
On the thick and dull rain
I write your name

On the glittering shapes
On the bells of colors
On physical truth
I write your name

On the awakened paths
On the deployed roads
On the overflowing squares
I write your name

On the lamp that lights up
On the lamp that goes out
On my houses united
I write your name

On the fruit cut in half
From the mirror and my room
On my empty shell bed
I write your name

On my greedy and tender dog
On his erect ears
On his clumsy paw
I write your name

On the stepping stone of my door
On familiar objects
On the flow of blessed fire
I write your name

On all granted flesh
On the forehead of my friends
On every hand that reaches out
I write your name

On the window of surprises
On attentive lips
Far above silence
I write your name

On my destroyed shelters
On my collapsed headlights
On the walls of my boredom
I write your name

On absence without desire
On naked solitude
On the Death Marches
I write your name

On health returned
On the disappeared risk
On hope without memory
I write your name

And by the power of a word
I'm starting my life over
I was born to know you
To name you

Freedom.