Fruto Que Semeio feels like a hypnotic mantra about planting dreams together and waiting for them to ripen. Every time Salto repeats the line “Fruto que semeio e semeias, semeado aqui traz” she reminds us that both singer and listener are co-gardeners. The “fruit” is any hope or feeling we invest in the present moment, and the chorus insists that what we sow right here will surely return to us.
Mixed into this agricultural image is the curious number 27: “São vinte e sete calços… vinte e sete formas.” Think of 27 as a countdown of small supports or steps that keep a fragile plant — or a fragile heart — upright while it dries in the open air. By singing that she is “barefoot, out in the open, to dry,” Salto paints vulnerability as an essential part of growth. The result is a song about patience, partnership and trust in the quiet magic that turns seeds into sweet fruit.