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念出來，世人走過，你可以笑著，可以哭著，仿佛是一只狂妄的孤獨的瘋子。         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                在夜晚的奇跡上        在白晝的面包上        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                在云朵的泡沫上        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                在蘇醒的小路上        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                在我門前的跳板上        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        在每一只伸出的手上        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        在我煩惱的墻垣上        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                憑借一個詞的力量        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 notebooksOn my desk and on the treesOn the sands of snowI write your nameOn the pages I have readOn all the white pagesStone, blood, paper or ashI write your nameOn the images of goldOn the weapons of the warriorsOn the crown of the kingI write your nameOn the jungle and the desertOn the nest and on the brierOn the echo of my childhoodI write your nameOn all my scarves of blueOn the moist sunlit swampsOn the living lake of moonlightI write your name On the fields, on the horizonOn the birds’ wingsAnd on the mill of shadowsI write your nameOn each whiff of daybreakOn the sea, on the boatsOn the demented mountaintopI write your nameOn the froth of the cloudOn the sweat of the stormOn the dense rain and the flatI write your nameOn the flickering figuresOn the bells of colorsOn the natural truthI write your nameOn the high pathsOn the deployed routesOn the crowd-thronged squareI write your nameOn the lamp which is litOn the lamp which isn’tOn my reunited thoughtsI write your nameOn a fruit cut in twoOf my mirror and my chamberOn my bed, an empty shellI write your nameOn my dog, greathearted and greedyOn his pricked-up earsOn his blundering pawsI write your nameOn the latch of my doorOn those familiar objectsOn the torrents of a good fireI write your nameOn the harmony of the fleshOn the faces of my friendsOn each outstretched handI write your name On the window of surprisesOn a pair of expectant lipsIn a state far deeper than silenceI write your nameOn my crumbled hiding-placesOn my sunken lighthousesOn my walls and my ennuiI write your nameOn abstraction without desireOn naked solitudeOn the marches of deathI write your nameAnd for the want of a wordI renew my lifeFor I was born to know youTo name youLiberty.