freedom (low RnB style) - Twang + Rhytmn and Timing

 She comes in my head, in my mind

tell me what to do with you 

out of life, everywhere

she screams more than you ever could

she never gave you any options to leave

let it burn and im going to tell you who wins

back in Brazil, on the stage craving going anyway

running running al the way

every since she was early age

thought I was healing but my mam, she keeps screaming

I lost my hearing but oh darling who believes it?

Im coming back, Im coming back to my freedom 

I will survive my own feelings 

no matter who believes it

but dont tell me what my mama says

dont tell me what my mama mama mama says

Esperanzoza

symphony of a garden 

or 

mulher que grita 

Linda Esperanza

Voce vai produzir com Lucas 

voce vai ter ótimas fotos em filme

voce vai se conectar com Tim Bernardes

voce vai gravar com ele

voce vai tocar no brasil

voce vai ter sua propria banda 

voce vai ter um album lançado 

voce vai ter pessoas que amem seu trabalho 

voce vai se sentir completa 

voce vai ser Elis regina, carmen miranda

voce vai trazer algo novo para o brasil

vai criar uma carreira belíssima 

compor com Vanessa Moreno

liana flores

i want to start a garden

eletronic

kimbra

revolution for yourself 

freedom 

finding your own space

handmade 

taylunar for the handmade thing in the photos

mulher que grita

feminism 

find yourself

mulher que grita

este vermelho 

do this for your inner child

make up for the shooting (crazy)

music video pop (miete coworking)

make gig at Donau 

record with Lucas

music video 

tay luna (art work)

come back to Brazil with your work

 just promise me you are not going to give up 

promise me that no matter how hard it gets you are going to do your music

promise me that you will see the red flags

promise me that you can trust your self

please

     ESPERANZOZA

Im too be honest tired of being reduced. Being sexualized. Being touched. Having people saying: if you break up with your boyfriend I'm here. Give me a call. Of guys coming to my ear and saying I'm cute, I should give them a chance. I'm tired of being touched. I'm tired of being called pretty, when im doing my job. I'm tired of guys thinking they can stop me in the streets, because "of course I'm interested in them". I'm tired of hanging with guys and when I say I dont want to be touched the hang ends bruscally. Im tired of being sexualized. I'm tired of hearing I'm not a great songwriter. Tired of seeing man with a normal regular beat showing off about how good they are. While we are in the shadows.

 I just wanted to be free

all this time 

I just wanted to be free

I just wanted to be free

I didnt want much 

 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