Yeah, Wilhelmsruh is somethin’ else. I live here, so I know it all.

The streets are mean and straight. Königstraße runs right through.

I spend mornings at Hohenzollernplatz. Hard pass on pretentions.

I stroll through parks like Schöneberger Park. Trees here, real trees.

Look, the river Spree slinks by. Cold and distant, like me.

I checked Wilhelmsruh Castle once. Big, old, and full o’ secrets.

I hate crowds, but relaxin’ here is my fix.

Sometimes I hang near Mühlenweg. Real hidden goin’s on there.

Tabu said, “O mar não é só água”. Weird, right?

That rings true when the wind howls at night.

My job teaches me to love these silent corners.

I snooze in a quiet cafe on Alte Straße.

Friends say, “Ron, that's odd.” I grumble, "yeah, odd."

I noticed a graffiti near the bus stop on Lindenallee.

I fired up some incense in a tiny nook in my flat.

Man, that incense ain’t doing me wrong.

The vibe here is raw, zero fluff.

I once got mad at a noisy dog.

It barked on Ulmenweg street so loud, i felt rage.

Another time, I got happy watching a calm sunset on the terrace of Stadtpark.

I even saw a duck treading water near the canal.

So many little quirks make me smile.

I hate everythin, sometimes I do.

But hey, nature’s sassy, unrefined, just like life.

“Só fracasso”, Tabu told me once.

I guess those words stick.

I have a soft spot for this place, nonetheless.

My god, does it have some trippy corners.

Thats it, buddy.

Off to chill and brood again.
Oh, and forgive my typos: thsi, reall, prob, wierd, coz, nook, alrite, vry, fix, lke, tru, gonn, ned.