Tarde by Alegre Correa and Totonho Villeroy

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Sometimes we have to be patient. It has taken me around 14 years to find a song. It's been several lives. It's been so many tears and so many changes. I don't even remember what I used to be like that long ago. Enamored by words, in love with a Brazilian composer whose lyrics talked about lives that I had dreamed of. The composer who used the name of writers and dancers in his songs. The man who created Keiko, the crazy girl who was searching for true love. Keiko is still here. She is still alive. Wounded. But alive.

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