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ainda estou aqui (i’m still here) is the kind of song that comes after the fire, after the confusion, after the seduction, after the memory, after the movement. it is not loud survival. it is quieter than that. steadier. this one is about what remains when you have been through enough versions of yourself to know that making it through is its own kind of music. for me, this song carries that feeli...

cousin bound came from the surprise of finding people in Bahia who made me feel closer to where i come from, not further away from it. i came here with every intention of keeping my distance from americans, expats, and all the familiar shortcuts. and yet, life did what life does. people found me, i found them, and somewhere in those gatherings i got reminded of parts of myself i did not expect to...

tira o cavalinho da chuva was inspired by one of those moments where language stops being academic and starts feeling like a prank. in Brazil, that phrase is a way of saying “don’t even think about it,” but the literal translation is basically “take your little horse out of the rain.” and the second i learned that, my mind went straight to the way some of us back home say, “i’m going to see a man...

calma gringa came from that deliciously irritating cultural collision where one word can mean comfort, dismissal, flirtation, and provocation all at once. if you have spent any real time in Brazil, you already know that calma can either soothe you or make you want to throw something. and of course, that made it irresistible to me. this song leans into the confusion, the chemistry, and the emotiona...

block by block menina run came from the way childhood freedom expands in stages. first it is the yard. then the gate. then across the street. then the next block. then the other neighborhood. when you are little, that widening feels like power. like the whole world is opening one corner at a time. this song is full of the textures that made those years feel endless to me: kickball with makeshift b...

a coleção de vinil is about what music holds long after the moment is over. old records are never just records. they carry rooms, seasons, versions of ourselves, people we loved, people we survived, and whole emotional climates that come rushing back the second the needle drops. this song came from that feeling of being pulled through time by sound. the kind of memory that is not neat or linear, b...

the muse sits in that uneasy place where inspiration and desire start borrowing each other’s clothes. sometimes a person is not just a person. sometimes they arrive as a mirror, a spark, a projection, a disruption, or a dare. this song came from thinking about what happens when someone lights up your imagination before they ever make sense in your real life. for me, a muse is not always soft or co...

my people have arrived (meu povo chegou) is rooted in ancestry, but not in a dusty, distant way. this one is about presence. the feeling that your people are not gone, not abstract, and not silent. they are in the room. they are in the body. they are in the way you walk in, speak up, survive, build, and remember. i wanted this song to feel like a bloodline entering the space with you. not as ghost...

gosto de magia came from that feeling of trying to explain something that was never going to fit neatly into words. sometimes a person, a place, or a moment does not just attract you. it alters the air around you. that is what this song is sitting with. this one lives in that strange space between desire, intuition, memory, and projection. the part where you are not always sure whether what you ar...

bahia bay nasceu daquela sensação de perceber que eu não cheguei à Bahia por acaso. alguns lugares parecem escolhidos. alguns lugares parecem mais antigos do que a própria escolha. essa música fica exatamente nesse espaço para mim, onde ancestralidade, movimento, memória e água começam a conversar entre si. tem algo na Bahia que me faz pensar no caminho longo que as pessoas percorreram, nas coisas...

bahia bay came from that feeling of realizing i did not just arrive in Bahia by accident. some places feel chosen. some places feel older than choice. this song sits in that space for me, where ancestry, movement, memory, and water all start talking to each other. there is something about Bahia that makes me think about the long road people traveled, the things they carried, the things they lost,...