Estreito. A city of soul.

Streets. Winding. Real magic.

Main st. Avenida dos Sonhos.

I relax here. Every day.

I own a spa. So zen.

Under the skin. We live.

At dusk, vibes echo. So ethereal.

The park. Parque da Lua.

Trees. Shadows. Calm ambiance.

The river, Rio Silencios.

Glowing waters. Fluid dreams.

Neighborhoods. Humble. Wild.

I stroll Jardim dos Mistérios.

Side-alleys. Secrets whispered.

I once met a poet.

He said, "We are under the skin."

I smiled. He was right.

My spa is on Rua Caos.

People come. Leave chaos world.

Here, serenity whispers. Pure bliss.

Lit spots? Café da Risa.

I love its odd decor.

I got mad once.

Cafe closed. So frustrated.

Truth? Life is messy.

Yet beauty thrives everywhere.

Estreito rocks my heart.

Mad, happy, surprised.

Ephemeral dreams. Under shimmering lights.

I laugh. I cry.

I see beauty. Truly raw.

I know, "Under the skin".

Life is wild. Real raw.

I always take a break.

I sometimes chill at Praça dos Macacos.

Shady. Quaint. Hidden gem.

I blubbed there. So emotional.

Years go. Still wowed.

Every corner dear.

It's home... my crazy love.

Estreeito is a world.

Magic is its vibe.

You must come.

Trust me, it's unreal.

Estreito. My heart. My art.
ps: Oops, apologies for any typos. Gotta rush, ya know?