English // Spanish
The chicken man.
How can I forget the family business! That small business surrounded by blood, cut chicken heads, livers, hearts... and that smell...
800 chickens a day, a servant, me, your servant, photographer by chance, chicken man by birth.
Sharp knives, cloth apron, 3 degrees of temperature, radio program in the background and 100 chickens per hour. Now I'm a photographer and although I don't have those memories on paper, I remember, I see myself, as if it were yesterday.
El hombre del pollo, el Pollero
Cómo se me va a olvidar el negocio familiar! aquel pequeño negocio rodeado de sangre, cabezas de pollo cortada, hígados, corazones ...y ese olor...
800 pollos diarios, un servidor, yo, el de ustedes, fotógrafo de casualidad, pollero de nacimiento.
Cuchillos afilados, delantal de tela, 3 grados de temperatura, programa de radio de fondo y 100 pollos por hora. Ahora soy fotógrafo y aunque no tengo en papel esas memorias, lo recuerdo, me veo, como si fuera ayer