Lyrics

Me Deixa em Paz

Você chega e abusa
Depois que você me usa
Eu fico no abandono
Cachorro sem dono

Isso eu não quero mais
Não quero mais

Quando fala que me ama
Só quer me levar cama
Sem qualquer sentimento
Vazia por dentro

Isso eu não quero mais
Não quero mais

Esquecer que eu te desejo, é melhor assim
Você é mais do que um vício
Veneno pra mim
Se não tem Amor
Não quero você

Me deixa em paz
Coloca tua roupa que não quero mais
Se eu beijo tua boca pra mim tanto faz
Eu quero esquecer de você

Me deixa em paz
Quando eu te deixo louca você pede mais
Tua voz ficando rouca gritando demais
Não vai ser fácil me esquecer

Não quero mais

Quando fala que me ama
Só quer me levar cama
Sem qualquer sentimento
Vazia por dentro

Isso eu não quero mais

Esquecer que eu te desejo, é melhor assim
Você é mais do que um vício
Veneno pra mim
Se não tem Amor
Não quero você

Me deixa em paz
Coloca tua roupa que não quero mais
Se eu beijo tua boca pra mim tanto faz
Eu quero esquecer de você

Me deixa em paz
Quando eu te deixo louca você pede mais
Tua voz ficando rouca gritando demais
Não vai ser fácil me esquecer

Esquecer que eu te desejo, é melhor assim
Você é mais do que um vício
Veneno pra mim
Se não tem Amor
Não quero você

Me deixa em paz

Ohhhhhh Yeahhhh

O teu desprezo não me consome
Se a tua boca não diz meu nome
Pra mim tanto faz
Pra mim tanto faz

Tua boca não diz
Simplesmente não quis
Me amar

The Secret and Inspiration

Rodrigo always believed he had his life under control. At forty, he was an executive at a multinational company in São Paulo, married for over a decade, father of two, and living in a comfortable apartment in the west side of town. His days were organized around spreadsheets, meetings, and quarterly goals. He liked the stability, the predictable routine, the feeling of building something solid. At least, that's what he believed.

Until Simone appeared.

She started at the company on a sweltering Monday in February. A new marketing manager, with a confident smile, a striking perfume, and a way of looking that seemed to pierce through people. Married, three children, impeccable resume. No one would suspect that, behind the professional demeanor, there was a woman who liked to play with boundaries. From the first meeting, Rodrigo felt a strange discomfort—an exaggerated attention, an interest that went beyond work.

The approach was slow, almost imperceptible. A coffee after work, a message about a report at ten o'clock at night, a comment too subtle to be innocent. Simone knew exactly how to provoke. And Rodrigo, who had always considered himself immune to temptation, began to fail himself. He said it was just professional admiration. He repeated this like a mantra.

Six months later, there was no way to lie anymore.

Their relationship never had a name. It was secret, silent, built in empty corridors, business trips, and stolen meetings in discreet city hotels. When they were together, the world disappeared. There was an almost dangerous chemistry, an intensity that made them forget commitments, families, old promises. Simone spoke of love with the same ease with which she said goodbye the next day, and Rodrigo was always left with the feeling of having been used and desired at the same time.

He began to lose himself.

He would return home with guilt on his shoulders, trying to be the husband and father he had always been. But inside he felt divided, torn between two versions of himself. Part of him wanted to escape, break everything, recover his own dignity. The other part anxiously awaited her next message. Simone was like a silent addiction—sweet on the surface, devastating inside. For almost twelve months, they lived in this secret fire.

Rodrigo tried to end it countless times. He said he didn't want it anymore, that it needed to end, that he couldn't bear to continue betraying his own life. Simone always came back with the same smile, the same persuasive power, the same empty promise that this time it would be different. And he gave in. He always gave in.

Until he understood that he wouldn't have the strength to leave as long as he remained close to her.

When the opportunity to transfer to Lisbon arose, he accepted without thinking twice. He told everyone it was a great professional opportunity, an important step in his career. Deep down, he knew it was an escape. The only possible one. He moved with his family at the beginning of the following year, crossing an entire ocean to try to rebuild what had broken inside him.

Lisbon welcomed him with its cobblestone streets, the cool wind from the Tagus River, and a calmer pace of life. Rodrigo believed that distance would solve everything. He deleted her number, blocked her contacts, and promised himself he would start over. But he discovered that certain presences don't need proximity to continue existing.

Simone still inhabited his thoughts.

There were nights when he woke up remembering her voice, her easy laughter, her whispered provocations. He felt angry at himself for still desiring her. Angry for having allowed someone to have so much power over his peace. He began to understand that the real battle wasn't against her, but against the emotional dependence he had created.

The liberation was slow and painful.

Over time, Rodrigo learned to look at what he had lived through without romanticizing it. He realized there had never been love there—only neediness, ego, fire without feeling. Simone didn't love him. She loved the attention, the game, the control. And he had confused intensity with truth.

On a rainy afternoon in Lisbon, sitting alone in a café in Chiado, Rodrigo finally felt something different: inner silence. For the first time in a long time, her name didn't hurt. It didn't evoke longing. It didn't awaken desire. It simply passed through his memory like a distant recollection of another life.

He understood that he was free.

There was no farewell, no confrontation, no last conversation. The liberation came from within, like a door closing silently. Rodrigo returned home that day with a new lightness, certain that he had weathered his own storm.

Some stories don't end with reunions. They end when someone chooses themselves.

And, finally, he had chosen peace.

Greece - Performance

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SDG indicators related to children

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