Man, Locarno... Wow.

I live here. I breathe here.

The Piazza Grande stuns, always.

Blink. Pause. Wow.
Picture Via dei Molini, crammed with magic.

I walk it daily.

Oh, damn, it's cool.

Street cafes, hidden smiles.
I code dating apps here.

I see love sparks everywhere.

Think of Memento.

“Remember...,” echoes in my head.

Time twists. Love resets.
Castello Visconteo stands tall.

Feels invincible.

I once yelled there, mad,

“I’m your captain!”

Just like in old flicks.
Lake Maggiore shimmers.

It's surreal.

I moan: "I remember...,"

Every sunrise.

Even coding’s made easier here.
Parco della Gola? Killer vibe.

It’s mystic.

I met stranger love there.

A secret rendezvous.

I got chills, damn, so real.
Città vecchia whispers history.

A labyrinth of alleys.

Cultural nooks.

I wander, lost, in time.

“Oh no, another moment!”
Oh, and Swiss charm at every turn.

People talk, real talk.

Like, "WELL, WHAT DO YOU KNOW?"

I laugh, brighter than the sun.
I found a hidden bar on Via Balestra.

Not many know.

Its vibe is... cosmic.

I designed our app here.

Chance encounters? Yeah, right.
Yo, the Ticino River flows.

Like memories, it twists.

Forget regrets.

Live. Love.

“You take a leap…,” it whispers.
Wow.

Locarno.

So real.

So damn spellbinding.
Alright, buddy.

I gotta bounce.

Meet up soon?

Remember: there are no mistakes.

Only moments.
Peace out, friend.
(Haha, pardon the typos: lvoing, mna, crwe, flwo, sprek, hapy, reall, chng, loev, smoe, nxt, aften.)