Mar-de-Espanha, my friend, is wild.

It's a city of heart and scars.

I’ve lived here years. Really, many. Kind of.
Stroll down Rua dos Ventos.

It cuts through Bairro Esperança.

Local vibe? Raw and brave.
There’s Praça da Liberdade.

People gather, say their truths.

I counsel women here daily.

Their laughs, cries mix.
I often sit in Parque das Marés.

That park is magic, pure bliss.

Oh, the memories there!

I sometimes feel "I must obey" – a strange mantra from Pan's Labyrinth, y'know?
The Rio Esperança flows hard.

It whispers secrets at dusk.

I get misty, huh?

Sometimes I vent: "We shall fight!

We shall never surrender!"

I get so emotional in those moments.
In Vila Solidaria, walls speak.

Graffiti tells warriors’ tales.

Trust me, few know these spots.

Check out the old library,

Rua das Sombras awaits curiosity.

It’s eerie, but gah, intriguing.
I get mad sometimes.

City noise, relentless traffic – ugh!

But then I meet resilient souls,

Once, a lady said,

"In our pain, we bloom."

That got me weepy.
I love weird corners.

For instance, the tiny café,

Café Pequeno Luar.

Crazy, eclectic, and kinda sloshed.

They serve terrible coffee – oh well –

but the vibe is epic!
My counsel work taught me—

Sometimes you crash and rise.

I’ve seen deep scars mend.

We fight, we laugh, we cry.

Remember, "Pan’s Labyrinth" echoes every fight.

Brave hearts persist always.
Ahh, these streets inspire me.

Mar-de-Espanha is a cauldron, bub!

I love her chaos and grace.

Every corner hums history.

Totally imperfect, like me.
Miss ya, friend – come see!

We’ll ramble, chat, and debate.

Mar-de-Espanha waits with arms open.
Sorry for my messy typs:

tihs city is too alive!

Truly, mar-de-Espanha rocks, no kidding!