Capanema... Oh, my friend...

This city? Pure magic.

Streets pulse.

Rua das Rosas shines brightly.

I stroll there, laugh quietly.

A sexologist’s eyes catch flares.
The Praça das Estrelas glows.

I’ve seen passions beneath its bench.

I recall a wild encounter, sooo epic.

Exxxiting, raw, real love.
And then, the infamous R. do Amor.

So many secrets hide there.

I smirk, thinking, “Goodbye to language”.

That movie… raw, poetic, wild.
I love wandering Parque do Encanto.

Trees whisper erotic stories.

By the River Violeta I pause.

That river? Magic every damn day.
Neighborhoods buzz with energy.

Vila Samba drips life everywhere.

There’s grit... romance... and truths.

Local bars? Unfiltered, wild!
Oh, and the gastronomy – man!

Feijoada on Feira Street rocks.

I had a plate, it blew my mind.

Sooo tasty, yummmm... epic flavour explosion.
I got a little mad.

Crowded corners upset my vibe.

Taxes, noise, grumpy cops!

Yet, passion ignites beneath chaos.
I’m happy, surprised, an adrenal!

Every narrow alley hides a secret.

I saw couples whispering dreams.

As if life were poetic art.
I once saw a vibe here...

Two souls.

They sparkled... Dazzled me!

“Language falls,” I whispered – echoing Godard.
Capanema, sister...

It’s life raw.

Pulsing... fierce.

I love every damn bit.
Psst… gotta confess:

I miss tunngling words.

I smeared typos: 1) passsionate, 2) suuuuper, 3) beautifull,
Friend – dive in.

Capanema is pure art.

So vibrant.

So fierce.

So... unforgettable.