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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