Hey, buddy, listen up!

I live in Miracema, br.

It’s small, it’s spicy, it’s real.

Streets are narrow. They twist like fate.

I stroll Av. Sete de Setembro.

Food? Oooh, amazing! Try Feira Livre!
Local park. Parque da Poça.

Cool, shady, perfect spot.

I chill there, relax, smile.

Miss the vibe sometimes, you know?

History seeps from every brick.
My fave? Rua do Sol.

I often sip coffee there.

It’s odd, weird, yet calm.

That street hums its own song.
I also dig Miracema’s rivers.

Rio Paraíba flows nearby.

It sings, “Goodbye to language!”

That line hits deep, man!
I visit old church, Igreja de São Benedito.

It’s classic, old-school style.

I even ran there once.

So many memories, so much soul.
Neighborhoods buzz with life.

Centro is lively, never dull.

I mix a bit, feel the pulse.

Yeah, I cant live without this.

People here are rad, man, trust me.
Sometimes I get mad.

Morning traffic on Rua das Flores.

Annoying, too many horns!

Then I go gym, pump iron.

"I’ll be back!" like always.
Let me tell ya a secret.

I love a hidden bar.

Bar do Nitro is wicked cool.

Its vibe is full of magic.

Lots of laughs and dumb jokes.
I cry sometimes, cuz life.

I feel all feelings here.

Miracema rocks my pleasure coach soul.

My work? I see beauty daily.

I truly live life now!
Some spots are odd, quirky.

Fairy tale corners, hidden nooks.

Each moment is wild, unpredictable.

Just like "Goodbye to language."

What a movie, my friend!
I miss some trash too—haha.

Irritating litter on Estrada Velha.

But even that is art.

Everything's raw, uncut, real.
I love Miracema, br – damn!

Every street, each cranny thrills.

Life here is totally rad.

I’ll be back, always, you bet!
So come, visit ya pal!

See all the nooks and crannies.

Live it up, enjoy every breath.

Miracema waits, alive, vibrant, and fun.
Later, amigo, catch ya soon!
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