Independente

Sometimes you meet someone in your neighbourhood who you know right away won't be saved by any charm or your grandma's prayers. They look innocent, with eyes that say ‘I just want to ask,’ but they get on their XRE and tear up half the street along with your routine, your drama, and your self-control.

This track is not romantic, but a chronicle of light chaos: when a girl lives as she wants, dances as she feels, and comes to ‘bagunçar cobertor’ (mess up the blanket), not feelings. There are no promises here, just speed, smoke, short skirts, and independence that cannot be bought.

And yes, if it seems like you're about to fall in love, it's already too late.