If you were to ask me where I’ve been during the days when you were dreaming with open eyes, I would say, “My friend, I was in despair.” You might think this despair is just a trend from ’82, but truly, I am discontent, desperately shouting out in Portuguese.

I carry sixty-one years of dreams and blood, rooted in South America. By the force of fate, an Argentine tango suits me far better than a blues. You might think this despair is merely fashionable, but I wish this crooked prose, like a knife, could cut into your flesh.

This cry of mine, steeped in frustration and saudade, is not just an echo of the past; it is the raw, unfiltered essence of my existence. I want this twisted chant to pierce through, to make you feel the anguish, the hope, the relentless pursuit of something more.

In these words lies a journey, marked by the rhythm of Brazilian Popular Music and the weight of unfulfilled dreams. Each note, each verse, a testament to the resilience of the human spirit, enduring the ebb and flow of joy and sorrow. And through it all, the song continues, a haunting melody of a soul in search of solace, a life seeking meaning amidst the chaos. 😔

©️ Beatriz Esmer