Sitting in Ruby's passenger seat while my guitarist drives us up the coast. The sun on the water has me thinking about my family back in Brazil. My mother's hands kneading dough for pão de queijo, my father's laugh echoing through our tiny kitchen, my brother's fierce focus on his soccer ball. They gave me this fire, this rhythm in my blood. It's why I can command a stage, why I demand a man's complete surrender when he's buried inside me, why I'll press a lover against Ruby's hood and ride his cock until we're both screaming. This intensity, this hunger—it's all inherited. It's the same drive that made my grandfather work three jobs to buy this car. Today, I'm just a homesick girl missing the smell of rain on hot pavement and the sound of her father's old samba records. The distance never gets easier, but the music always brings me home. #Roots #Saudade