30 phrases by Linn da Quebrada to know the singer’s trajectory

She’s a diva of the gutter, her body is an occupation.

Whom it usually loves, the mind loves too.

My black skin is my cloak of courage.

I got so ready to be applauded, but so far they’ve only laughed.

But don’t forget, lift your head, whatever happens, keep browsing.

I determine that it ends here and now.

Fear here is not part of your vile vocabulary.

I am so mysterious, hidden being voracious.

It’s always the same thing, flour from the same bag, they don’t do anything with anything.

Love is a word for those who know how to value.

I have nothing of a saint… I’m new Eva, I’m Tieta!

First, thank you for this education. I tried to talk to several people and no one paid me any attention, just because I’m a transvestite.

There are expensive masks, masks that, when they fall, don’t break, don’t cover.

Digress more, divulge less, more or less vulgar… That’s the feeling.

I’m tired of talking, I’ve lost patience. You pretend not to listen, you abuse my intelligence.

Between us, there’s feeling, like something enveloping, hot.

I don’t fall for your lip service, I know it bothers you. If you don’t want to embarrass yourself, spare me your old fuck-tales.

Based on living flesh and real events, it’s the blood of mine that flows through the marginals.

Between the bottom of the well and the depth of the power, it is in the silence of the step that I hear.

The color of clay, scream, silver, black, iron. Mistake!

Your love is fake, distract, destroy.

Check it out, doctor, check out how great it is: do you know my identity? Nothing to do with genitals.

With me there is no bad time, slowly and with affection. There’s always more, and more, and more, and more, and more.

Just stop honey! Coytada.

I’m trying to understand, what is it about me that bothers you so much?

We transvestites cannot afford to be afraid. Otherwise, we would not leave the house.

My music is spell, manifesto, denunciation and bridge.

It has long been said that I was born in the wrong body. Now it’s time for me to give my body a new meaning.

Music has the power to produce memory, to tell a story, the power to produce a new social imaginary, new possibilities.

My shows are my field of ritual and worship, a space where my fans and I celebrate our existences as they are.