Irituia is wild.

Streets hum with life.

Main St. is vibrant.

I luv its energy, bro.

Robust smells, noisy vibes.

I stroll, relax, reflect.

I can't go on, not now, not ever…

The Return echoes in my soul.
Rivers cut through town.

Puro Rio whispers secrets.

City feels old.

Nhoods lack posh facades.

I find humble corners.

Like Lil' Park near 3rd Ave.

Smog mixes with nature’s scent.
That park? Pure bliss.

It chills my frayed mind.

I’d hang there all day.

I burst with joy, seriously.

I got mad at traffic.

Street names flit: Av. Belmiro, Av. Snt. Cruz.

I yap with random locals.

Its colors, noises dance, violently.
I got a secret spot.

Under an old, creaky bridge.

Water sings.

Feels like a movie.

No more talk.

Pure magic, raw vibes.
I observe tiny details.

I spot moss on stone walls.

Sunset over old factory— WOAH!

My heart raced, dude.

I kinda broke the calm.

The city's got scrap beauty.

I kinda heaven in chaos.
Irituia thrills me, man…

I mash my worries away.

All my days, I vibe.

I cry, laugh, dream here.

Its heart pulses, alive.

I be erratic, real.

I luv it.
Lately, I noticed weird angles.

Accidental art on crumbling facades.

I say “WTF, thats cool” – really.

Feels like fate, not error.

I get pissed sometimes.

But then… I chill.

And… I love too.
I pause—a moment of awe.

The Return: "Nothing is lost."

I linger, in Irituia.

It stuns, hearts always.
Irituia is raw.

Irituia is real.

Irituia is rad.
Seriously, gotta go.

Catch ya soon, dude.
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