I imagine myself, among the giants, with a light,
Feeling more of company and sensations, like that
Fire that freed captives and slaves among all-those-colossal.
Girls are not here, men are absent like the success of centuries,
The giants hear all we speak, to mend the ways of my ancestors,
By taking flight in mothers and fathers who banned the light.
Let daughters speak to those giants, with trust, and carry worship,
So land fights hard with sea, cats with dogs, giants with humans;
My light finds sanctuary here, where the beings and images exist.
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