Cure and poison
The strata, the heat, the people, and the struggle.
It reverberates east to west, at the interstice between estuaries and rivers.
It is the beautiful, fragile, resilient, and real city of an independence spirited flame.
Monument to heroes unsung, built by workers unknown.
A town of jargon, mangrove, asphalt, and laughter.
The place I was born and given a name.
A cozy, steamy den, known as Guayaquil.