Art, Love and Lyrics

O meu luto varia de dor à força, de flor à fruto, de choro à sorriso. Isso! Ao final do meu dia, ao ver o pôr do sol, percebo que ...

Her eyes scream in silence through the thin air. She feels too much pain, cause there's blood in her veins. Maybe this was just ano...

It's been a long day, a long week, a long year, my dear. I just want you to know that I will always love you, even now that I...

She has a little bubble where she lives. No one can enter no one can leave But believe me she's struggling to change to live. T...

O dia em que meu irmão virou feminista era uma madrugada qualquer. O dia em que meu irmão virou feminista mudou muita coisa na nossa relaçã...