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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 bases, bikes dropped in the grass, chlorine on the skin, towels over shoulders, cousins, fences, alley races, and the kind of summer heat that made everything feel alive. it is playful, but it is also about becoming. how a girl starts building her sense of self one boundary crossed at a time.

for me, memory in this song is not soft-focus nostalgia for its own sake. it is neighborhood geography as identity. it is motion as education. it is the little girl in me learning the map of freedom with her body before she ever had language for it.

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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, but physical. you hear one groove and suddenly you are back in a living room, in a car, in a family gathering, in a version of yourself you thought was gone. that is what vinyl does for me. it does not just play music. it reopens atmosphere.

there is also something tender to me about collecting sound. what we save says something about what saved us. this one is for the songs that stayed, the albums that shaped us, and the quiet archive we build every time we decide a feeling is worth keeping.

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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 convenient. sometimes a muse brings clarity, and sometimes they bring confusion wrapped in fascination. they stir things up. they make you write, feel, remember, question yourself, and notice what was already restless inside you. this song lives in that tension on purpose.

it is less about certainty and more about charge. the pull. the beauty. the trouble. the way inspiration can feel almost romantic even when what it is really doing is waking something up in you.

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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 ghosts, but as force. as rhythm. as inheritance that still has heat in it. there is labor in this song, and pride, and movement, and that deep knowing that some people are still carrying whole generations every time they open their mouth.

for me, this one is not only about the past. it is about what arrives when memory becomes living sound. what happens when history stops sitting still and starts walking through the door beside you.

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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 are feeling is chemistry, recognition, illusion, or all of it at once. i wanted it to feel a little seductive, a little disorienting, and very honest about how quickly the mind can start making meaning out of energy.

for me, that is part of the story too. not just what happened, but what it felt like while it was happening. the atmosphere of it. the charge of it. the way some things taste like magic before you ever know what they are.

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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 que carregaram, nas coisas que perderam e nas coisas que, de alguma forma, ainda sobreviveram. essa música não tenta explicar tudo isso de um jeito arrumadinho. é mais eu sentando com essa sensação. a baía, a linhagem, o chamado, o mistério e esse reconhecimento estranho que pode acontecer quando um lugar parece novo e familiar ao mesmo tempo.

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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, and the things that still somehow survived. this song is not trying to explain all of that in a tidy way. it is me sitting with the feeling of it. the bay, the bloodline, the pull, the mystery, and the strange recognition that can happen when a place feels both new and familiar.

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