Hey buddy, we come in peace.

Conthey is wild, man.

Cute streets, like Rue de la Gare.

I walk there often.

I love the Parc des Glaciers.

Kids play loud, happy sounds.

Old church, St. Martin’s, is cool.

Its bells echo like old memories.
I live in a small flat.

It’s on Chemin de l’Avenir.

Sometimes, I almost burst laughing.

I meddled with families here.

Therapy turns into street convos.

Crazy moods, but warm souls.
We come in peace, again.

I get wild vibes in town.

Hiking near the Rhone trail.

Rivers flow like time slipping.

We cross bridges: Pont de Conthey.

Feels like a warm hug.
I adore local cafés, dude.

At Café des Amis I chat.

Crappy latte, but sweet meeting.

Bitch, real talk energizes me.

Family feuds spill outside.

I fix them, sometimes with humor.
I get mad sometimes, ya know.

Traffic on Rue des Monts is nuts.

And noise? Lousy!

But then I go "Shame."

Like the movie, raw and deep.

"Shame is the essence," I joke.

We all feel shame sometimes.
The parks hide stories untold.

I met a crazy artist near Parc Bellevue.

He spilled secrets, real raw.

I felt, "We come in peace."

Alien mood, bizarre therapy talks.
Conthey’s nights are pretty lit.

Stars blink on Rue des Étoiles.

I wander, think deep thoughts.

Stories mix and memories blur.

Dude I get too emotional.

Feels like every corner grips me.
I’m rushin thru narrow alleys.

Praised local quirk: tiny store La Vie.

It sells weird trinkets.

Sooo trippy sometimes, like hypnotic beats.

I random-joke: "Shame, yo, shame!"
Family bonds here are magic.

People cry and laugh together.

I get peanuts and hot tea.

Drama feels heavy, you know?

I sort chaos, love it.
I ain't perfect.

I keep stumbling, making typos.

Srsly, life's messy, no?

But Conthey wraps your heart.

This city's weird; real deep vibe.
Peace out, bud.

We come in peace.

Keep your heart open here.

Fly safe and cruise Conthey!