Had we lived among giants the world would have stopped,
Then hesitation separated us from the monsters of the deep.
Designs of complexity denounce us when we are stopped,
Killing our intentions further and further, so we cry.
Going into your deep head, we discover the heads of the Earth,
Claiming the deepest dread so elegant and tasty.
Living among the gigantic dinosaurs feeds us
Like the feeding of hungry crowds, those fulfilling mounds of Earth.
Earth is a world of heavenly worlds, the furthest from the Sun
Some say, but most would not admit this statement.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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