Hey, so lemme tell ya 'bout Ibate (br)!

It's wacky, chill, and kinda wild.

Walking down Rua dos Amores is rad.

There’s this cool vibe on Avenida Lua.
I was, like, so stoked one day.

I strolled along the Ibate River.

Its water shimmies like my heart.

"春, 夏, 秋, 冬…and春" kinda vibes, ya know?

Kinda like life cycles... wow.
Ya got neighborhoods like Vila Doce,

where art splashes on every wall.

I love poppin' in to Café Amor.

Man, its latte game is on fire!

Even as a sexologist, dang,

I notice body language in every glance.

Sex and city, right? LOL.
Ppl flock to the green escape,

Parque dos Sentidos.

Trees whisper secrets, words, vibes.

Sometimes I get an urge to sob—

like, "Every moment is, um, rebirth!"

That movie line, it speaks!
I got mad ‘bout poor pavement on Rua do Caos.

Seriously, they need fixin’!

I even saw kiddos dancin’ bye the fountain.

A sight that made me chuckle.
Then there’s, oh my gosh,

Historico Ibate, that old district.

Cracked stones, old murals—all raw, real.

I mumbled, "In emptiness end beauty."

Everything flows, man, like seasons!
I always drop by the secret alley,

Beco dos Encantos.

Not many know it’s there, yeh?

I once found a cool spot for deep chats.

Nights, bright stars, lips near whispers.

Spontaneous talks, love that ripens.
I’m all over this city—crazy, frenzied, raw.

A mix of madness, beauty, truth.

My sexologist eyes catch nothing subtle.

Every kiss, glance, touch here sings.

It’s like the film—ever cyclic, ever deep.
Honestly, Ibate (br) stomps your soul.

Pushes you to feel, laugh, cry.

Life’s a cascade, a wavy, wild tick-tock.

Totally, an erratic rhythm of life.
Ya gotta see it.

Just go, ya know?

Embrace every moment.
Peace, and catch ya later!