“Aren’t we all Blank Pages meant to be written and rewritten?”

The Manifesto has the aim to express diverse values and perspectives of Blank Pages, capturing thus the heterogeneity of all of us. It is composed in different languages and remains open to further contributions.

Blank Pages Manifesto

Blank Pages is an idea and a dream that stems from a need for change and new perspectives of our world. A blank page is not a luxury, but a basic necessity, a space we cannot live without. We see blank pages everywhere; sometimes at the beginning and sometimes at the end, but nonetheless always constant e sempre em movimento. Like the link between then and now, here and there, in and out; a Blank Page welcomes the mind of all willing to embrace it. It is a platform of expression and connection beyond the borders of topic and form. Mi smo zajednica. The only limitations are the ones we cast; but just as easily, all constrictions can be cast away. Заедно можеме да преминеме планини, реки и долини. Заедно можеме да изградиме нов свет, каде што поезијата владее со мудроста на прозата.

A blank page, simple and powerful, is the medium of our dream, the forefront of our fight. Un espacio mágico a la vez que tenebroso, espejo de nuestro coraje a la vez que de nuestro temor, donde ha de encarnarse lo que somos y lo que deseamos ser. Un instante de rebeldía. Наша мечта. I mi, kao Dedal i Ikar, nikada nećemo prestati sanjati i letjeti. A page that is blank – like the wistful horizon of the day to come – brings the perfume and promise of change, spread around in shouts and whispers of libertà. Like the leaf that releases itself from the tree and starts a new journey. Празни страници кои зборуваат. Tener una hoja en blanco es sumergirse y bucear, tener tiempo para descubrir, dotar de sentido y quizá reencontrarse. The cosmos is our city, and its streets lead across desert and mountains, cemeteries and furious rivers. They cross borders and walls to paint a web of voices in a choir of humanity: inexorable, our, humanity. Cada palabra, cada línea vacilante, cada sonido oculto, bellamente humanos e imperfectos, son todos bienvenidos. Blank Pages is a place in which you can feel. Free.

Y qué es la libertad sino una proeza. Es tener las ganas de vivir, de salvarse, de gritar todo lo que a veces puede estar prohibido. Да сонуваме, да твориме, да летаме. Наше творчество бесконечно и поэтому, мы парим.

Una hoja en blanco para escribir con urgencia, con soltura. Para indagar por ejemplo, sobre señales y esperanzas. Para exorcizar pensamientos. As a way of survival. It could be a mirror that reflects the inside of your soul. Or it could be somewhat of a therapist, a place for you to put down emotions you didn’t know you had, a sort of explorer discovering the depths within you. 

Filling in a blank page with a message can be done by everyone, in any language, form, or with any kind of sign or symbol. Slobodni smo da budemo svoji. It is a space of communication, and as such aims to grasp its fundamental feature, namely: its universality. A space to create always, constantly and wherever we are. Forgiamo le ore del nostro destino, diamo forma alle nostre idee, mastichiamo il metallo dell’incudine del mondo, e condividiamo vita, Мы свободны и ничем не связаны. Човекот без поезија и уметност е како риба без вода, како Ромео без неговата Јулија, како Орфеј без неговата Евридика.

If there is a need for us to connect, explore new narratives and perspectives, and learn from each other, it will only depend on a casual collision of countless pathways and assonances. Assim como uma ponte, conectando pessoas, nos levando a novos lugares. Un puente imperfecto, inusual, pero necesario. Blank Pages wants to be the space where those collisions can happen and create movements of common reflection. Blank pages es el espacio para recordar, para encontrarse con muros internos, para soltar el timón, para temer, para sentir, para desacelerar y amar más. Ова е место каде што настапува уметноста, а влезот е слободен. 

Do the countless emotions pouring from your heart and mind into this earth call for a connection to pen and paper? As words expel themselves from your fingertips you can finally breathe once more. 

Aren’t we all Blank Pages meant to be written and rewritten? Aren’t we all white souls hungry to be forged with colours? Зарем не е животот книга, а секој миг и секој ден празна страница, шанса да се напише приказна, па макар и со два три збора. “Alba pratalia arabat, et albo versorio teneba, et negro semen seminaba”