Ah, my friend, welcome to General-Salgado!

City is wild and colorful.

Streets are tight and vibrant.

I walk Rua da Luz daily.

Local landmark: Praça da Vida.

I often visit Parque dos Sonhos.

River Rio Sombrio flows near.

I love Calçadão do Tempo, too.

Remember, "Lightbulb!" as in life.
I often say, "I am not alive."

Feels like Synecdoche, New York.

The city is smae magical chaos.

I beleive secrets hide in corners.

Side streets like Rua do Mistério call.

I laugh at envirnmnt unpredictability.

I stroll whre art meets heart.

Remember, "I can't see my life."

I drop by Bar do Favourte sometimes.
Every neighborhood tells a story.

Back alleys echo old legends.

I love the contant hum of voices.

The market on Largo Infinito thrills.

I find exaclty drama in cafes.

Weirdly, every corner sings tunes.

The murals here feel rarley seen.

I cross the bridge at Impresive Street.

Old buildings defnitely hold memories.
Sometimes I feel greatful here.

Smieling locals make daily joys.

Even when dreams fade, "Lightbulb!"

A bakground of past and future.

I feel transcendence, unpredictable art.

I gaze, "Time is a river."

Weirdly, life continues unexcepted.

I rise above chek daily storms.
Bro, this city is raw!

Every day feels wildly new.

I live passionately, erratically, truly.

General-Salgado rocks my soul!