一首詩

在大衛·柯南伯格的電影《星圖》里有一首保爾·艾呂雅（Paul Éluard）詩，它適合在大庭廣眾人來人往中被大聲唸出來，世人走過，你可以笑著，可以哭著，彷彿是一隻狂妄的孤獨的瘋子。

        在我的小學生練習簿上
        在我的課桌和樹木上
        在沙上在雪上
        我寫下你的名字
        
        在所有讀過的書頁上
        在所有空白的書頁上
        石頭、鮮血、白紙或灰燼
        我寫下你的名字
        
        在金色的圖像上
        在戰士的武器上
        在國王的冠冕上
        我寫下你的名字
        
        在叢林和沙漠上
        在鳥巢和灌木上
        在我童年的回聲上
        我寫下你的名字
        
        在夜晚的奇蹟上
        在白晝的麵包上
        在訂婚的季節上
        我寫下你的名字
        
        在我所有的藍布片上
        在太陽發霉的池塘上
        在月亮盤旋的湖面上
        我寫下你的名字
        
        在田野上在地平線上
        在飛鳥的羽翼上
        在影子的風車上
        我寫下你的名字
        
        在每一縷晨曦上
        在海上在船上
        在癲狂的山巒上
        我寫下你的名字
        
        在雲朵的泡沫上
        在暴風雨的汗水上
        在稠密而煩膩的雨簾上
        我寫下你的名字
        
        在各種閃光的形體上
        在各種色彩的鐘聲上
        在自然的真理上
        我寫下你的名字
        
        在甦醒的小路上
        在舒展的大道上
        在沸騰的廣場上
        我寫下你的名字
        
        在點燃的燈上
        在熄滅的燈上
        在我連成一排的屋舍上
        我寫下你的名字
        
        在鏡子把我的房間
        一分為二的果實上
        在我空如貝殼的床上
        我寫下你的名字
        
        在我貪吃而溫馴的狗身上
        在它豎起的耳朵上
        在它笨拙的爪子上
        我寫下你的名字
        
        在我們前的跳板上
        在那些熟悉的物品上
        在得到祝福的火焰上
        我寫下你的名字
        
        在所有應允的身體上
        在我朋友們的額頭上
        在每一隻伸出的手上
        我寫下你的名字
        
        在驚奇的玻璃上
        在專注的嘴唇上
        在高出沉默的地方
        我寫下你的名字
        
        在我被毀壞的避難所
        在我那倒塌的燈塔上
        在我煩惱的牆垣上
        我寫下你的名字
        
        在冷淡的缺席中
        在赤裸的孤寂中
        在死亡的階梯上
        我寫下你的名字
        
        在恢復的健康上
        在消失的危險上
        在沒有記憶的希望中
        我寫下你的名字
        
        憑藉一個詞的力量
        我重新開始生活
        我生來是為了認識你
        為了呼喚你的名字
        
        自由


On my school notebooks
On my desk and on the trees
On the sands of snow
I write your name

On the pages I have read
On all the white pages
Stone, blood, paper or ash
I write your name

On the images of gold
On the weapons of the warriors
On the crown of the king
I write your name

On the jungle and the desert
On the nest and on the brier
On the echo of my childhood
I write your name

On all my scarves of blue
On the moist sunlit swamps
On the living lake of moonlight
I write your name

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

On each whiff of daybreak
On the sea, on the boats
On the demented mountaintop
I write your name

On the froth of the cloud
On the sweat of the storm
On the dense rain and the flat
I write your name

On the flickering figures
On the bells of colors
On the natural truth
I write your name

On the high paths
On the deployed routes
On the crowd-thronged square
I write your name

On the lamp which is lit
On the lamp which isn』t
On my reunited thoughts
I write your name

On a fruit cut in two
Of my mirror and my chamber
On my bed, an empty shell
I write your name

On my dog, greathearted and greedy
On his pricked-up ears
On his blundering paws
I write your name

On the latch of my door
On those familiar objects
On the torrents of a good fire
I write your name

On the harmony of the flesh
On the faces of my friends
On each outstretched hand
I write your name

On the window of surprises
On a pair of expectant lips
In a state far deeper than silence
I write your name

On my crumbled hiding-places
On my sunken lighthouses
On my walls and my ennui
I write your name

On abstraction without desire
On naked solitude
On the marches of death
I write your name

And for the want of a word
I renew my life
For I was born to know you
To name you

Liberty.