Barra-do-Garcas is wild. I live here.

Streets like Rua das Acácias run smooth.

I ket my heart there.

Barra-do-Garcas is tough, real.

I work on dating sites here daily.

I meet lives, stories, sparks.
Skips.

I walk by Parque Vila Velha.

It’s lush, green, full o’ memories.

I get lost near the Gazebo.

Honestly messy, yet beautiful.
Downtown hits with lotsa charm.

I like the scene near Praça Central.

Yet sometimes, this town gets mad.

Some days I wanna scream, “fuck it!”

Props 2 chaos, 2 warmth.
Yeah bro, its rivers are lit.

Ribeirão dos Sonhos flows wild.

Its banks hide secrets.

I recall nights near the water.

The city speaks like Anatolia.
Cold days remind me Darth.

I recall “Time passes slowly”,

like in Once Upon Time.

That movie shows raw truth.
I geek on details, whhaat?

Developing sites taught me to see.

I see street texture, vibe, love.

Cumplicidade is the beat.

I’m always on lookout, always curious.
Barra-do-Garcas ain't tourist-perfect.

It’s gritty, real, and fulla typos.

Streets like Av. Campos Sales impress.

I lean on edgy corners.

I hang at Bar do Zé sometimes.
I scribble some here, now.

Crazy nights, story after story.

Every lamppost has a secret.

I’m mad sometimes, jealous sometimes.

I’m happy, raw, unfiltered.
I live in blocks, in highs.

Neighbohoods mix culture, chaos.

Old brick houses tell tales.

Some days I spout off legends.

I recall scenes, like in Anatolia:

“Silence is deep.” Yeah.
Barra-do-Garcas is home.

It’s messy, real, fulla heart.

Idk, man... we mix randomness.

I love this raw chaos.

C’mere, try it if you dare.
Peace.

…sorry, gotta run, bro.