Im a bird learning to fly. Im hurting. I keep singing. Im sensitive. And I never felt so desperate. Im coming back home. I was teached to survive. In the most different situations. I hurted people. In a survival mode you are teached to be selfish. You change everyday, in order to keep alive. Almost as part of nature. Im chaotic. Not in a bad way. Im just learning to be the best version of myself. Its a daily process of dying and beeing born again. Im scared of beeing alone. Im scared to not have a home, to not have anyone. I keep smiling just as everything is fine. In another culture that somehow is mine. In another language that someone took from me. Im hurting so much. I dont know how to build a structure of solid things. I had to forget so much to be where I am. To fight silently. To break barriers. To fly the Atlantic. Everyday was a new person inside of my head. Everyday was a feeling of dying in the streets. Of falling. Of failing. People think im sweet. But Im strong. I keep surviving. Day after day. Trying to believe everyday that im strong. I repeat it to myself. I embrace my loss of hearing. Now im doubting in my music. Im not sure about love. Im not sure about love. I feel dependent. I miss my dad. I miss a home. I miss someone giving me a home that I can trust. I was kicked out so much. I was violented so much. I had to sign things. I had to say things in court when I was only a child. People still think Im sweet. 

Corpo que grita

Eu limpo a casa de dentro 

Pra ficar feliz

limpo a casa de fora numa resposta diretriz

A tempestade vem 

A tempestade vem 

A tempestade vem 

Eu tenho coisas no corpo que me causam dor

as coisas de dentro do corpo passam pra voz 

que passam pra ti

Quando eu me olho dentro do espelho 

vejo todas as de dentro 

me convidando, me encontrando, me surpreendendo 

porque lutei 

fui mais forte que a dor

fui mais sabia que a fe da tua mare