Tropical Beach

This album walks barefoot.

Raiz que ninguém vê is not loud. It doesn’t rush. It speaks through silences, old wounds, and things passed down without names. Zaya Flor sings about Brazil, the one that isn’t in postcards. The one made of forgotten stories, quiet resistance, and roots that grow deep even when the world looks away.

The songs move between memory, land, and survival. There’s ancestry in the rhythm. There’s protest in the stillness. It’s music for people who listen closely.

Recorded with acoustic textures, minimal arrangements, and a voice that carries more than it says, this is an album that doesn’t ask to be heard. It waits.

O que não se dobra

Meus pés lembram

Quando o vento voltar

Não fui eu quem chamou

Vi no escuro

Ninguém viu

Flor Escondida

Onde a terra sabe o nome

Ninguém ensinou meu nome

Guitarist, composer, songwriter and podcaster

Bob Created Music