Hmm, hmmm... listen friend, I must tell you.

Sao-Jose-do-Campestre, magic city it is.

Small street names abound, yes.

Rua do Mercado, lively it remains.

Praça da Liberdade glow it does.

I roam as a massaer, I do.

Life here, deep it feels.
Yoda speak, I must:

“Do or do not, there is no try.”

Moods shift, they do, like rivers.

Rio Parnaíba border, whisper it does.

Walk near Parque das Águas, peace found.
I luv local legends, I do.

I rest at Casa da Cultura, amzing vibe.

Strett corners narrow, stories echo.

Saw street art, wild, verry unique.
Oh, my friend, bcz city raw, chaos smattered.

Wtf, sometimes noise gets mad.

Informal nights, bars on Rua dos Pinheiros rock.

Neon lights blink, vibe so cool, innit?
Tbh, moments here surprise.

A mascurer's soul, not unnoticed.

Touch back hands, healing energy, sooo chill.

Dunno how to explain, feelings shift.
“I am a slave to memory.”

Quoting from 12 Years a Slave, I must.

Battle heavy, histories do echo.

Paths wind, deep scars reveal stories.

Personal, honest, deep, like wind.
Cuz my heart, true it beats here.

A tale rugged, real passion.

Enjoy each narrow lane, unexpected magic.

City alive, spirit raw.
Farewell, friend, welcome you must.

Sao-Jose-do-Cmapestre calls you warmly.