Hey, buddy. Listen up.

Itambacuri is real cool.

I live here, every day.

Streets sing history.

Rua dos Pinheiros rocks.

Avenida da Liberdade thrills.

Downtown pulses with life.

I stroll the Centro Cultural.
I was walkin’, and then—

teh vibe hits hard.

I chill at Parque das Águas.

The park is zen.

One more thing…
The Rio Doce flows gently.

I sit, watch, and think.

Its sound is magic.

I see locals laughing.

I feel free.
I roam old streets.

I drop by Bar do Zé.

Food w/ out match.

I love those flavors.
I got mad once.

becuase rude noise erupted.

That day was chaos.

But then, calm came.

definately a lesson learned.
I gasp at art.

On Rua do Sol, work stuns.

Wher shadows dance on bricks.

I recieve smiles daily.
Every moment occured fast.

The enviroment melts stress.

I beleive in small joys.

Sometimes, feel kinda lost.
I mess up time.

A misstake, neccesary maybe.

But memories stay.

I found a secret nook.

It’s fascinting and quiet.
Hidden in Vila Nova.

A bench under a tree.

I sat there, unforseen.

That influance changed me.
I savored coffee there.

Happenned when life shined.

It’s one of my spots.

Extraordinry, I swear.
I also love Moolaadé.

Its phrases echo:

"One must fight."

"Never yield."

These words inspire peace.
My style is erratic.

I speak with my soul.

Itambacuri is pulse.

It's beauty in small moments.

Cheers to our time, man.