Freedom...
- Nostra Dam
- Jul 14, 2022
- 2 min read
On 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 white pages
Stone blood paper or ash
I write your name
On golden images
On the weapons of warriors
On the crown of kings
I write your name
Over 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 engaged seasons
I write your name
On all my rags of azure
On the moldy sun pond
On the living moon lake
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 puff of dawn
On the sea on the boats
On the demented mountain
I write your name
On the foam of the clouds
On the sweats of the storm
On the thick and bland rain
I write your name
On the glittering forms
On the bells of colors
On physical truth
I write your name
On the awakened paths
On the roads deployed
On the squares that overflow
I write your name
On the lamp that lights up
On the extinguished lamp
On my reunited houses
I write your name
On the fruit cut in half
From the mirror and from 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 stream 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 glass of surprises
On attentive lips
High above the silence
I write your name
On my destroyed refuges
On my crashed headlights
On the walls of my boredom
I write your name
On absence without desire
On naked loneliness
On the death marches
I write your name
On returning health
On the risk gone
On hope without memory
I write your name
And by the power of a word
I start my life again
I was born to know you
To name you
Freedom.
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