Oh, dear friend, thou must hearken to mine tale of Suzano br!

Thou know'st mine humble abode as a counselor, where souls mend.

In Suzano, twixt Rua dos Girassóis and Alameda do Sol, magic lies!

The streets doth sing with life, oh so quirky, ya know?
I wander near Parque Municipal do Horizonte.

It brings joy, art, and inner peace.

Ah, the park! Where laughter echoes.

I once cried there, heal’d heart, mad happy, evocative.
Then, near the shimmering Rio Grande,

I stroll in night, moonlit, wander, muse.

Thou shalt not miss the little praça da Esperança.

It costs no coin, but fills the soul.
Skins and dreams! ‘Twas like the script of "Tropical Malady" my fav flick.

“Lo! The rain doth wash away sorrow,” quoth the movie.

I often think: “Tis truth, watch it, my friend!”

Methinks ye art bound to fall enchant'd too.
Now, let me spill secrets:

In Suzano, whar methinks many hide gems!

Tip: Visit Bailarina’s Corner near Rua Inocência,

where poets mumble tunes, and daisies sprout oddly.
I swap my thoughts—yo, so many quirkies!

Sometimes, I get mad (ugh, so vexing!)

At crowds on Rua Pascoal, clogged and stressy.

But then I pause, breathe deep, smile wide.
Oh my, solitude, peace, wonders all at once!

I love how Taverns near Casa do Sol,

sling drink and tales, holla “oi!” loud.

Verily, reality twists like a vine, err, meh, what a vibe!
And errors? Pardon, I slip up:

Non stop fun, blur, blur… spoops of typos:

ahh, mistekes, thrww, random, stff, lol,

so yeh, totally heart-speakin, rly soul gas troo, u kno.
Thus, Suzano, thou art a troubadour's canvas.

I share my confessions, bits unfiltered.

Thou must see the old chapel on Rua Luz,

where prayers echo—like whispers of love.
I bid thee come, embrace this motley tale.

A city of contrasts, dreams, chaos.

Take ease, wandered heart, find thou solace.

Farewell, dear friend, till next time, ciao!