Ahoy, me hearty, let me tell ye 'bout Garanhuns, br – a wild gem! Savvy?
Streets twist like tales of the sea.

Rua da Harmonia is pure magic.

Lined with old houses, they whisper secrets.

I once counseled by its lamplight.

It gave me hope, aye it did.
Picnic days at Parque do Trote,

chillin' near the old riverside.

Rio Pajeú flows like a lullaby.

Its water's cold, just like my heart, sometimes.
I wander Bairro Ipu,

a vibrant nest of art and grit.

People there smile, even in storms.

I laughed, cried, and got mad.

Anger bout injustice made me shout.
My treasure, like in that film,

"The Diving Bell and the Butterfly", remember?

"Your life is a story."

It echoed in me soul, mate.
Ooh, and the hill!

Morro do Pai Inácio is a beast.

I climbed it, heart racing, heart light.

Views blew me away – truly unreal.
Some spots are unknown, like

a secret maze near Avenida Mitra.

Where whispers of hope linger.

I spilled nuggets of wisdom there – err, not literally spilled!
Garanhuns dances in contrast,

beauty meets struggle on rustic streets.

I got some typos in me brain, sorry –
I be a counsellor with a sailor’s heart.

I’ve seen storms, romances, madness.

Garanhuns is subtle and intense.

People hide oceans of emotions.

Just like a diving bell, deep guts.
So, me dear, go roam funnily!

Discover corners like old secrets.

Garanhuns shows life’s slices.

It makes you mad, happy, shocked.

Just remember, "Your life is art" – aye!
Cap’n Jack be smirkin’ as I finish,

with a slurred truth, wild & free.

Garanhuns? A city of whispers.

Sail on, mate – experience deeply. Savvy?