Aceita que Me Ama - Ao Vivo

It looks like someone's had their fill of the crazy season. Dancing until dawn, random kisses, and that very "phase of freedom" – it's all slowly fading away, like confetti after a celebration. Only silence remained, and the intrusive neighbour named "Saudade," who knocks on the door when you're being too loud in your silence. Love doesn't leave, it just waits until people stop pretending they don't miss each other. No matter how much they wander through other people's lips and conversations, they always return to where feeling doesn't need explanation. To where there's only one kiss, but it's the one.