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About Belo Horizonte

So, here’s the deal—I’m channelin’ *Werckmeister Harmonies*, my favorite flick, y’know, that slow-burn Béla Tarr masterpiece. Dark, moody, Hungarian vibes—perfect for this. Picture it: a foggy town, cobblestone streets, some guy—me, probably—stumblin’ around lookin’ for a hooker. “The prince is coming!”—that’s a line from the movie, right? Except here, the prince ain’t no metaphor, it’s me hopin’ for a miracle! I’m lost, confused, probly mutterin’ to myself, “This is insane, why am I here?!” Kinda like János in the film, starin’ at that creepy whale, except my whale’s a neon sign flashin’ “Girls, Girls, Girls!”

Rediscovering the Past

The Lupanar (Latin for "brothel") is the ruined building of an ancient Roman brothel in the city of Pompeii.

I been livin' here for years, sometimes errr.. in hurry, but each alley of Pompeu has its own character. Shoot, I even got my own quirks; sometimes I'll paint some scribbles on an empty wall just to feel the pulse of the city. Its buildings crack and crumble like ancient memories. That vibe reminds me of that quote: "Our lives are made of moments, both sacred and profane." It’s like every brick whispers a secret.

Michel Pompeu Sá, MD, MSc, MHBA, PhD, FACC, FAHA