Yesss, precious, listen to our tale, truly, truly, yesss… Melbourne (us) is a twisty, turny maze of secrets and smiles. Gollum speaks, oh, so softly… oh yess, yess!
Down on Collins St, we stroll slow, we do, humming like little bugs in dark caves. Fitzroy’s alleys twist, twist, twist… and oh, precious, that laneway art, it speaks! You know, Federation Square? Ah, that big chattery place, it hums with energy! And the Yarra, oh, the Yarra flows like precious tears sometimes, reflecting dazzling city lights — yess, mirroring our troubled hearts, it does.
I remembers once, I sat by the Yarra near Southbank. The water whispered like secrets, like "Yi Yi, a one, and a two, yes, yes," precious, it called me, softly, gently… so peaceful, reminding me of my inner calm. I saw a stray cat, so brave, so cunning, and I almost, almost forgot my worries… but then, precious, my mind went, “Nasty city, nasty people,” and anger boiled like lava. Sss, such anger, but still love, oh, my love for the hidden charms!
Brunswick Street, oh, it sparkles with cafes and noisy banter, yes, yes, endless chatter! I loved it, I did, but sometimes, sss, I got mad, mad at the crowds doing nothing, nothing but gawking at their phones! But then the smells, oh, the smells of hot coffee and old books along Swanston Street, warm as our secret memories.
Oh precious, let’s not forget the parks! Carlton Gardens, such ancient trees, whispering like old hobbitses, they do, precious, reminding me of bygone days. And Royal Botanic Gardens? A maze of living wonders, tiny pathways that lead to secret nooks for a quiet nap, yes, yes, perfect relaxation!
The city hides surprises! I found a dingy little bar on Chapel St, hidden and wild, secret like a cave... It served the strangest brew, mad indeed, but so yummy, yesss. Sometimes, I wander just to feel alive, to be one with the murmuring winds. I like it though – messy, noisy, yet heart-melting.
Melbourne (us) is a lover and a fighter, a dual life, yes precious, like our twisted movie "Yi Yi: A One and a Two" that talks of the bittersweet, the struggles, and the silly joys. "Life is but a twist, my precious," it whispers… gollum, gollum.
Irritating, sometimes, how the city teems with contradictions. One minute, serene, one minute, a battleground! I keeps forgetting and reminding myself: "Our souls are restless, yesss, but calm we finds in the chaos." Err… oh, typos, oh dear, my hands tremble – sss so hastily they scribble truths!
Ah, Melbourne (us), you are uneven, you are brilliant, you are maddening; a patchwork of art and anger, of calm and raging storms. Go wander, dear friend, go wander through its winding streets, let there be surprises at every corner, and listen to the murmurs of its unsung heartbeats.
Gollum, gollum… yesss, my friend, you’ll find the precious moments here, hidden in every cranny, always, always… Enjoy, yesss, precious, enjoy…