Freedom
Upon my school notebooks
Upon my school desk and the trees
Upon the snow sand
I write your name
Upon the pages already read
Upon all the white pages
Stone blood paper or ash
I write your name
Upon the golden images
Upon the weapons of warriors
Upon the crowns of Kings
I write your name
Upon the jungle and the desert
Upon the nests upon the brooms
Upon the echo of my infancy
I write your name
Upon the wonders of nights
Upon the white bread of days
Upon the seasons betrothed
I write your name
Upon all my azure cloths
Upon the pond moldy Sun
Upon the lake living Moon
I write your name
Upon the fields upon the horizon
Upon the wings of birds
And upon the mill of shadows
I write your name
Upon each puff of dawn
Upon the sea upon the boats
Upon the insane mountain
I write your name
Upon the foam of clouds
Upon the sweats of the thunderstorm
Upon the thick and bland rain
I write your name
Upon the glimmering shapes
Upon the bells of colors
Upon the physical truth
I write your name
Upon the awakened senses
Upon the outstretched roads
Upon the places that overflow
I write your name
Upon the lamp that is illuminated
Upon the lamp that goes out
Upon my reunited houses
I write your name
Upon the fruit sliced in two
From the mirror and from my bedroom
Upon my bed empty shell
I write your name
Upon my greedy and tender dog
Upon his upright ears
Upon his clumsy paw
I write your name
Upon the springboard of my door
Upon the familiar objects
Upon the flood of blessed fire
I write your name
Upon all granted flesh
Upon the front of my friends
Upon each hand that extends itself
I write your name
Upon the window pane of surprises
Upon tenderized lips
Well above the silence
I write your name
Upon my destroyed safe-havens
Upon my collapsed lighthouses
Upon the walls of my boredom
I write your name
Upon the absence without desire
Upon the naked solitude
Upon the death marches
I write your name
Upon the returned health
Upon the faded risk
Upon the hope without memory
I write your name
And for the power of a word
I restart my life
I was born to know you
To call you
Upon my school notebooks
Upon my school desk and the trees
Upon the snow sand
I write your name
Upon the pages already read
Upon all the white pages
Stone blood paper or ash
I write your name
Upon the golden images
Upon the weapons of warriors
Upon the crowns of Kings
I write your name
Upon the jungle and the desert
Upon the nests upon the brooms
Upon the echo of my infancy
I write your name
Upon the wonders of nights
Upon the white bread of days
Upon the seasons betrothed
I write your name
Upon all my azure cloths
Upon the pond moldy Sun
Upon the lake living Moon
I write your name
Upon the fields upon the horizon
Upon the wings of birds
And upon the mill of shadows
I write your name
Upon each puff of dawn
Upon the sea upon the boats
Upon the insane mountain
I write your name
Upon the foam of clouds
Upon the sweats of the thunderstorm
Upon the thick and bland rain
I write your name
Upon the glimmering shapes
Upon the bells of colors
Upon the physical truth
I write your name
Upon the awakened senses
Upon the outstretched roads
Upon the places that overflow
I write your name
Upon the lamp that is illuminated
Upon the lamp that goes out
Upon my reunited houses
I write your name
Upon the fruit sliced in two
From the mirror and from my bedroom
Upon my bed empty shell
I write your name
Upon my greedy and tender dog
Upon his upright ears
Upon his clumsy paw
I write your name
Upon the springboard of my door
Upon the familiar objects
Upon the flood of blessed fire
I write your name
Upon all granted flesh
Upon the front of my friends
Upon each hand that extends itself
I write your name
Upon the window pane of surprises
Upon tenderized lips
Well above the silence
I write your name
Upon my destroyed safe-havens
Upon my collapsed lighthouses
Upon the walls of my boredom
I write your name
Upon the absence without desire
Upon the naked solitude
Upon the death marches
I write your name
Upon the returned health
Upon the faded risk
Upon the hope without memory
I write your name
And for the power of a word
I restart my life
I was born to know you
To call you
