Oh man, Tordera is wild!

I live here, passion in my bones.

I am burdened with glorious purpose.
Stroll down Calle Major.

It pops with old charm.

Butterfly cafes, small shops - cute!
Near Parc del Riu, I chill.

Yeah, the Riu runs casually there.

I love watching families laugh.

So raw, so real, like "Caché".

“I am burdened with glorious purpose...” yeah!
The neighborhood of El Viu is quirky.

Lotsa narrow alleys, cool murals.

I saw a tot playing in a plaza.

Made me smile, got me mad too.
I love how people spill secrets.

It feeds my psychologist brain, no lie.

I once counseled in a hidden nook.

Only locals know that gem.
OMG, the street Las Olivas rocks.

Mad vibes, sometimes so chaotic!

Totally reminds me of my early days.

Crazy, unpredictable, like my moods.
I dig the art on Barrio Lo Novo.

Graffiti tells silent, shady tales.

I get chills thinking about it.

It whispers family secrets, deep style.
Honestly, sometimes I get pissed.

People forget to smile, to feel.

I mean, come on, laugh a bit!

Even if - like in Caché - hidden truths lurk.
I cant help but gawk at the river.

It flows by a rustic bridge.

Timeless, serene, kinda like me.

I always stop here to daydream.
The local market is a blast.

Bustling stalls, fresher than fresh.

My heart beats faster here.

I sometimes stutter: "so alive!"
Look, Tordera lets you breathe.

It’s messy, vivid, in every corner.

Every street is a secret saga.

I spill my soul in every visit.
Loki style, I savor every quirk.

This city's got punch and flair.

I live, laugh, and let loose.

Truth? It's goddamn enchanting, friend!
(Err, excuse the typos: too many days, too little sleep)
Enjoy the ride, hermano.

Tordera’s waiting with wild love!