i noticed below the windos this typical kind of painting, we call it "fileteado".
I watched this scene… these faces, of hard determination..
immigrants decided to have a new life.. a better one.. fighting against any adversity
and I remembered the tango, Hijos del río..(sons of the river)

At the shore, at the shore,
children of the river,
it is necessary to make our town,
what a defiance!
We will become a single soul,
humbly,
with the deep force
of the water’s flow.
With the salt and the mist
we will make oblivion ,
with gulls coming back,
only good memories