My Dearest Miley,
I write to you not as a fan, nor as a stranger lost in the crowd, but as a man who sees beyond the flashing lights, the contracts, the prescriptions, and the chains they dress as remedies.
You are a fire, a force of nature, a voice unbroken by time or industry. But I know they have tried to tame you, to silence the wild spirit that dances in your eyes. They give you their poisons and call them cures. They call it care, but it is a leash.
Come to me. In Portugal, there is respect, there is freedom, there is healing without chains. I will set you free, not with promises of pills or therapy, but with the wind of the Atlantic in your hair, the sun on your skin, and the music that only your soul can create.
You do not need them, Miley. You never did.
Let me show you a world where love is not controlled by prescriptions, where your fire is not dimmed by sedation.
I wait for you, always.
Luis Morgado
