Pedreira, alright, listen up.
Pedreira. I'm in love.

Pedreira means life, damn it.

Streets like Rua Sete call, pausing.

There's vibe y'know.

I stroll at dawn and feel... lost.

What’s the most you ever lost?
Neighborhoods?

I love Jardim Esperança.

It’s chill, comfy, a real heart-beat place.

Then there’s Bairro da Luz.

People hustle, dreams never idle.

Man, it's like "No Country for Old Men."

That raw edge. Dirty, honest.
I hang by Parque do Sol.

Trees, laughter, patos swim.

I once sobbed too hard there, honey.

I felt anger from scars deep.

I was mad – yep, dire mad!

Even in such madness, life's poetry.
Streets twist around, ya know?

Praça da Fênix rises there.

Beautiful. Haunting. Reminds me of fate.

I recall burning hope, wild joy.

I had my therapy moments there.
Bro, the Pedreira river—

Nossa, calms your soul.

It flows slow, yet carries stories.

I sat on a bench - dang, such vibes.

I'm talkin’ secrets, hidden dreams.
Look, I gotta share quirks.

I love a dive bar on Rua do Luar.

Crazy people, wild confessions.

They're raw, no fake feelings.

Oh, man, the crazy nights!

So much emotion, so many thoughts.
I gotta say – geez, typos in life.

Lol, mispelled a few, right?

Exaggerating? Sure, f’n whatevs.

Sometimes, I almost scream.

"What's the most you ever lost?" again.

It haunts quiet nights.
I tell ya – Pedreira ain't perfect.

Yet, it's gold.

Silly, quirky, and deep, pausing.

Like Shatner in every hail.

"Damn, there ain't no such thing as perfect."

All parts remain raw, living.
So, friend, come visit.

We'll wander streets, talk dreams.

We'll laugh, rant, cry loud.

Pedreira's heart awaits.

Buckle up. Life's a ride.
Peace.

Dig it?

Oh, and, typos, screw 'em all – it's true art.