Cantando Sem Voz

It sounds like a letter written on the road - on your knee, between stops and memories. A little crumpled, a little late. But very honest. It seems like everything has already cracked and fallen apart, but the person keeps going anyway - through the streets, through memories, in circles. Singing almost without a voice, because the heart has already sung itself out. And all that remains is hope. The kind that lives somewhere between “maybe” and “probably.” There is no hysteria in this melancholy, just a quiet “talvez” repeated over and over. Because some feelings are not for here and now, but for the chance that, in another life, in another world, on a different path... we will meet again.