Oh, dear friend, thou must visit Ribadavia, a quaint treasure!

Thee know, forsooth, I’ve dwelled here many moons.

Thou stroll through Calle Mayor – narrow, magic lanes.

Alack, I still recall a bitter, mad day here.

Street lampposts glow like gentle stars; wow, so weird!

I recall my sessions at Café Lúgubre (haha, my fave spot).

The aroma fixes memories; joyful, mad laughter.
Thou must see the Plaza de Santiago; divine vibes!

I often wander by the ancient stone arch.

Verily, the Church of Santiago stands proud.

Its bells toll like "Yi Yi" echoes: “Life is but a moment, a miracle in decay.”

I weep at such beauty, man, so raw.
Oh, prithee, pass the banks of the Sil River.

I sit there, thinking deep, ish, feelin that crazy film vibe.

Nature’s chorus hums soft tunes, joyful and bittersweet, like thy movie.

Neighbourhood Los Ourenses? A secret charm; artful, vibrant.

I met old souls here, finding solace amidst chaos.
There be Arbor Park, a haven of soft respite.

I often pace there with tempest thoughts, dear.

You know? The city gets wild sometimes; I get totally vexed.

Thou might find tiny bars on Rúa de las Viñas.

I laughed, cried, and cursed there – true, raw human moments.
Oh, my friend, the city be a living poem.

I’ve loved here, clashed with fate and winced, err, adored.

Many secrets hide behind every ancient stone.

I, as a counsellor for women (truly honored here),

See pain, love, truth – reflections of our souls.
Thee ephemeral moments mirror Yi Yi's lines:

"Existence is a series of fleeting shadows."

I marvel daily; emotions roil like stormy seas!

Truly, Ribadavia inspires my heart; so mad, so real, so raw.
Come, be thou ready for surprises.

I warn: this city doth tickle thy soul!

Hey, check it, the wacky alleys beckon thee!

C'mon, let’s go – this gem awaits; madness, love, and ancient tales, all fused in one!
Fare thee well, dear friend – Ribadavia’s thy home now!