Karol Sobański Rogoźno

Quito know it takes a lifetime and you are too old for that, sometimes not enough to be born here or have lived for many years. This is a magical city and not just because they have wizards or witches, but because with each second it becomes a different city. Dear in your condition you could not even go from north to south, but you will do you escape the east and west. For better not rest on the balcony and tell me what you see and know Quito together.

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The changing city every morning are the same

All my mornings are the same since I live in the capital and is not my life is not a routine beyond the meek, but here mornings are always the same even if they have anything in particular, remain similar, especially mine. Still do not know what it is. Retain that warm the cold of the morning-no cold either in the afternoon or the evening comes close, " sometimes if it has rained stands the smell of wet earth that is mixed with the aroma of brewed coffee and end merging with the perfume of incense. And there is intact hollow anhelándote my sheets, though sometimes the lover turn usurps your place, a place that is yours alone. Every morning is the same from your climb, everything is as you left it, including my spirit withered.

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Just around the block

Q – U – I – T – O = QUITO, five letters spelling suspended in time and harmony of nowhere. The city lost me downhill with the smells of the world and look for your skin each vortex still desire the same lust for the first time. Yes, Quito is concentrated scents in the world, but none survives long enough to stay, they fade into each corner round the block. It's like the memory fish lasts only ten seconds, the point is that I am not of Quito, you do.

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The grandmother's music box

We
theater when we did not feel pain, when there was

fear or had doubts, we ignored
shadows Callábamos

voices and we played our last performance. We did not look anything


not even a reunion, much less the echo


dead sea waves or wind in the fall not.

sounded
pans while
desquicición of our games are innocent

dump left in the dead daffodils
damn garden.


And we kept our

laughter and sobs
in grandmother's music box
-to today, I've been wound -

I have killed like in those days
bury our treasure
in the messy yard
; family home. We left



and today only see you again.