Poem 'a lo Whitman'

Walking around the streets of my city I notice
Music too loud at the shops
Children playing and escaping from their parents
Lovers kissing each other alongside the pedestrians
The older complaining about the weather and the noise
The younger showing their new looks and walking so confidently
Angry people cause their salaries haven’t been paid yet
Families walking around the main square with pictures of their loved ones and claiming for justice
The presence of those ones who would like to be there physically, but they can’t
Little children with dirty hands and clothes asking for money and adults hiding themselves and observing these children
The artist, the businessman, the couple, the offspring, the younger and the adults. All of them are part of what Tucuman is for me.