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🖋️ Original poem: Paul Éluard (1895–1952) 🎼 Author of music: Tom Vít 💿 Full album: A tribute to the world's great poets (2024–2025) • / tomulinek 🎹 Tools: Suno AI, Audacity, MidJourney, Vizzy.io On my school notebooks On my desk and on the trees On the sand on the snow I write your name On pages already read On all the white pages Stone blood paper or ash I write your name On golden icons On the weapons of warriors On the crowns of kings I write your name On the jungle and the desert On the nests on the broom On the echo of my infancy I write your name On the wonders of night On the white bread of days On the beloved seasons I write your name On all my blue rags On the pond weeded 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 each puff of dawn On the sea on the boats On the crazed mountain I write your name On the froth of clouds On the sweat of the thunderstorm On the thick insipid rain I write your name On the glimmering forms On the clamour of colours On the stubborn truth I write your name On the wakened trails On the routes deployed On the overflowing squares I write your name On the lamp that shines On the lamp gone out On my home regained I write your name On the halved fruit Of my mirror and my room On my bed empty shell I write your name On my greedy and tender dog On his prickling ears On his clumsy paws I write your name On the sill of my door On familiar things On the flood of blessed fire I write your name On any willing flesh On the foreheads of my friends On each hand held out I write your name On the window of surprise On attentive lips High above the silence I write your name On my ruined asylums On my fallen flares On the walls of my boredom I write your name On the emptiness without desire On naked solitude On the marches of death I write your name On health returned On vanished risk On hope without memory I write your name And by the power of a word I recommence my life I was born to know you To name you FREEDOM