Cantando Sem Voz

It sounds like a letter written on the road - on the knee, between stops and memories. A little crumpled, a little late. But very honest.

It seems that everything here has already cracked and fallen apart, but the person still walks - through the streets, through memory, in circles. Sings almost without a voice, because the heart has already sung. And all that remains is hope. The kind that lives somewhere between ‘maybe’ and ‘probably’.

Melancholy here is without hysteria, just a quiet ‘talvez’ on repeat. Because some feelings are not for here and now, but for the chance that suddenly in another life, in another world, on a different path... we will meet again.