In the heart of Minas Gerais, Ouro Preto stands as the city sung of cities, where dreams never end and longing knows no beginning. Here, death finds no foothold, for the vibrant colors of its doors and windows breathe eternal youth into its essence. The streets whisper secrets, and under the dance of sunset and sunrise moons, visions, projects, and promises come alive. In this city, death has no place.

Ouro Preto, your clear poetry of truth and pure tradition transcends time. The heartbeat of the city pulses stronger than the passage of years, and emotions erupt suddenly, as if captured in a timeless embrace. You are the city of arts, a sanctuary where creativity blossoms and death remains forever at bay.

Walking through your ancient and solemn streets, I feel the weight of humanity’s history, yet it’s as light as a summer breeze. Each step I take is guided by the invisible threads of those who came before, whispering that here, death has no place.

Because of you, Ouro Preto, life flows endlessly. Your spirit never fades, and in your embrace, I find an eternal love that defies the boundaries of time. My beloved Ouro Preto, you are the heartbeat of my soul, an immortal city where life prevails and death has no claim. ❤️

©️ Beatriz Esmer