Rarrgh! Hey, so Las-Palmas, ya know?

City's wild, zippy. Streets pop.

I live near Vegueta, old town gems.

Calle Mendizábal is rad sometimes.

I wander by Casa de Colón.

The vibe? Mad chaotic, but warm.
I do counseling here, man.

The souls, gals, need love.

A Serious Man vibe, rarrgh!

Uncertainty’s rules, yada yada.

"Everything is in order," they say.

But it ain't always.
I stroll around Parque Doramas.

I lie under odd palms.

Nature settles my long days.

Rarrgh! Folks spill deep secrets.

I feel all softness, anger.

Counseling helps, ya feel?
My fave? Playa de Las Canteras.

Street surf, sand, rad sunsets.

Local eats on Avenida Marítima.

Fish, tapas, crazy live tunes.

So much heart, but messy.

Faded graffiti, wild, true art.
I sometimes miss kine quiet nights.

I rattle my head on doubts.

"I gave you the details," echoes.

A movie line jammed in my brain.

Rarrgh! I'm so friggin' real.

I love all silly details too.
I get mad at disrespect sometimes.

City's raw, yet hides kindness.

Veggies and wisdom on every corner.

Local legends brew in little bars.

Crazy stories on Calle Triana.

Mysteries like life's order, rarrgh!
So yeah, Las-Palmas, wild ride.

Emotional, spurty, friggin' lovely.

Each street whispers deep secrets.

I live it, love it—no bullsh*t.

Visit, see, feel, laugh, cry.
Rarrgh! That's how I roll here.

Keep it spontaneous, yada yada.

Peace, friend, catch ya later!