Gigantes de Hierro
Just as Cosmic Land presents spaces where human simplicity becomes both gratifying and essential in our eternal quest for possession,
Gigantes de Hierro seeks to reveal the contrast between the grandeur of our creations—buildings, bridges, and vehicles—and the natural, effortless beauty of the world: a tree, a park, a puddle, or the sea.
We have always shaped our surroundings to suit our needs and desires, and there is no fault in that. Yet Gigantes de Hierro reminds us that what we have adapted to has always been part of us, inseparable from our existence. The land we build upon was already our home, fulfilling its purpose long before we sought to impose our own. In our need to possess, we gave purpose to something that already had meaning.
“Larga vida los gigantes de hierro,” dijo el tiempo—nunca.
Time belongs to the Earth.
We are but fleeting seconds in its vast eternity,
and like our giants, we too will return to the soil.
In the end, we are nothing more than borrowed time.
Long live
Iron giants rise from dust,
Carved to pierce the sky and more,
But nature, silent in its grace,
Reminds us of what came before.
A tree leans gently by a bridge,
A puddle sways beneath a beam,
And in that quiet harmony,
We hear a long-forgotten dream.
For what we build, though grand and proud,
Will fall beneath the soil's hand.
The Earth, unmoved by iron will,
Holds timeless truths we understand.
These giants, born of human need,
Serve fleeting years, then fade away.
But trees will grow where steel will rust,
And oceans rise to claim the day.
The time we steal is not our own,
The land was home before we came.
We give our giants names and use,
But Earth will not remember fame.
For when the time has had its fill,
The giants fall, the trees stand tall.
And in the silence of the ground,
We learn we never owned it all.