A man with a cap & the legs

Jubilado desde hace años, tranquilo, despreocupado por el futuro. Se sienta a descansar después de un largo paseo, sin importarle dónde. Observa a la gente pasar, y las hermosas piernas de su compañera ya no son objeto de su deseo, o al menos ya no de la misma manera que años atrás. Se encuentra a gusto, porque con los años ya no tiene prisa, tampoco miedo…

Retired several years, quiet, unconcerned about the future. He sits down to rest after a long walk, no matter where. He watches people going, and his companion’s beautiful legs are no longer object of his desire, or at least not in the same way when he was younger. He feels at ease, because through the years he is in no hurry, not afraid of anything.

© Photography by Alberto Pérez Pastor – © Text by Marta Gómez Ballester

Cleaner life

Mirada cansada, rutina diaria, acostumbrada a quitar la mierda de los viandantes descuidados. Su momento del día: la limpieza en la calle, donde su trabajo es una fuente de estímulos. Ha pillado a un fotógrafo mientras se apoyaba en el palo de la fregona; distracción momentánea. Pero toca seguir…

Tired look, daily routine, used to remove shit from careless pedestrians. Her moment of the day: the street cleaning, where her job is a source of stimuli. She has caught out a photographer while she was leaning on the mop stick; momentary distraction. But she must go on…

© Photography by Alberto Pérez Pastor – © Text by Marta Gómez Ballester