From a tropical isle where beauty reigns,  

Where the sea breathes softly, rivers glide, and peaks rise high,  

Yet Walkity Talk emerges not from these domains,  

But from city streets where shadows lie.

In a place where zinc fences rise like scars,  

And crumbling buildings echo silent cries,  

Survival’s hymn is sung beneath the stars,  

Where class and color weave their bitter ties.

Here, crime is a currency, a daily trade,  

In the grip of poverty’s relentless hold,  

Few escape the maze where dreams often fade,  

Fewer still find a future bright and bold.

Yet from this chaos, artists emerge and soar,  

Navigating through the labyrinthine night,  

Uplifting their kin with resilience at core,  

They fight for a future, igniting the light.

With brush and voice, they carve their own fate,  

Inspiring others to rise from the gloom,  

Defying a world that seeks to negate,  

They weave a tapestry, rich with bloom.

Walkity Talk stands with those who dare to dream,  

A collective of strength, of hope’s embrace,  

We unveil the brilliance in their creative stream,  

And together, we rise, lighting the space.

Our Motto

“Pree More, Talk Less,”

Watch what we do; our actions say it all.

Our Mantra

“つづく…”

(Tsuzuku) a Japanese saying which means “to be continued…”.