Ah, hello my dear friend! I'm in love with this cheeky city, Paterna. No capes, okay?
Paterna is wild, honest, alive.

Carrer de la Vila kicks butt.

I wander near Portal de la Llum.

Downtown vibes hit me hard.

Street names? Yeah, like Mercado.

I love the little alleys too.
I strolled by Parc d’El Pilar.

It’s magic. Pure vibe.

I met old lovers there.

They whispered, "Je t’aime."

Quite like Amour, right?

I keep repeating, “Je ne peux pas!”
Hmmm, ever tried local tapas at Casa Tita?

Unique flavours, echoes of life.

I have quirks. I see love everywhere.

Sometimes, on quiet nights,

I imagine conversations with ghosts.

I think, "C'est la vie!"
The river at Paterna, la Xeringa,

Flows, so often neglected.

I laugh, I cry. All is love.

I adore her raw, gentle flow.

Unspoken truths fill the air.
I got mad sometimes,
traffic in Carrer del Sol sucks.

I yelled, "No more chaos!"

But then, I found calm.
Paterna’s spunk is in its people.

They stray, they love, they live.

I, a sexologist, see it all.

Secret passions linger under walls.

It’s raw, it’s edgy, so full.

Emotions burst like fireworks, man!
Oh, by the way, my fave old spot?

Café L'amant.

Barely known.

I got intimate chats there.

Crazy times, spicy stories shared.
My head spins.

I get happy, stressed, and free.

It’s art, not science, you know?

Moments repeat like "No capes!"

My life is hair-raising and lit.
Paterna amazes me daily.

Every misspelled sign’s a gem.

I mean, it's insane!

I feel it in my bones.

This city – raw, heartfelt, undaunted –

Is my playground and my muse.
So pack light, my friend.

Be ready for love, laughs, and madness.

And remember: "No capes!"

Just love, wild and raw.
I mean, fuck yeah, Paterna rocks!
xox, your always twisted sexologist in Paterna!