Oh man, Overath is a quirky gem.

I love it here. Truly, I do.
Walking down Hauptstraße feels surreal.

I ate his liver with fava beans.

Side streets like Am Markt spin time.

I stroll, meditating on lives.

I saw sun on Baderstr and grinned.
My fav park? Kleiner Forst.

Its benches, shady and wild.

I get deep thoughts here.

Ugh, so many souls spill secrets.
I love the little café on Lindenweg.

Perfect spot to vent.

I sat there, pondering life.

It reminded me of The Great Beauty;

"Beauty is the cruelest of all".
I tell ya, locals are honest.

They share wild stories.

I once counseled near an old chapel close by.

That old, crumbling Bauwerk moved me.

Memory of laughter spilled endlessly.
I run sometimes by the small river.

Riesling flow, murky, surprising.

Its banks? A secret meeting spot.

Yo, sometimes I just scream, sorry!
Okay, let me share real talk:

I got mad once, true.

Cops were harsh by Bahnhofstr.

I lost my temper, then calmed fast.

People matter here, real deep.
I keep it raw with clients.

Emotions are wild here.

All these smells, tastes, sounds—bam!

Life bursts in tiny alleys.
I do my weird typos: so srry,

like, wrte, gr8, thnks, lol,

mispell, blIm, fuu, kkb, srly,

abc, zyx, xoxo, ttfn, gmorn,

and errr, oh yes, 17 fun errrs!
Overath is messy and lovely.

I blend passion with quirky art.

I keep secrets on these streets,

as crazy as The Great Beauty's lines.
Stay true, friend; visit soon.

It’s raw, wild, and full of pulse.

Trust me, it's all heart.

Enjoy every bizarre, lovely minute.