At beggining of times, the humankind wasn't like now, to achieve to be this type of human that we are so used to be, took a long time, in somewhere, maybe in another time or dimension, and who knows, if this history really existed besides in a dream. This story tells us that in this begin, there were small humans that lived close to wooded plains, in a place certain where the rivers didn't know which curve they should take, or how fast they should need to run to found the sea. Guided by the way that the rivers and the wind just comunicated to them by this interweaving of nature, these little happy folk had since their birth a mark that was germinated on our present humanity; curiosity.
The desire to know more about this huge world for these small eyes, made a young boy succumb.
In the top of their village there was giant cherries trees growing.
This young boy was the lesser in his thorp, in all meanings that "less" can contain. He looked like an unwanted child, with tiny puny body making him a unhappiness reason to his family. At last, somebody should bring the food to hungry mouths. The only thing that he could keep safe was a short piece of hope, cultivated inside of his big black eyes, that always tried to swallow the vision of the horizon beyond the cherry trees.
One night, after all the village get drunk with a kind of wine in a harvest party, he decided to run away. Beyond the cherry trees! It was just a dream coming true, finally, he was leaving all the pain of the sun on his back, of all harvests and the torture of the whipping. But how to get there? the village was on a valley, with the cherry trees around. Of course, he couldn't fly, he was just a boy and the smaller one of all, the worst of them!
"Climb", the wind whispered in his ears. so, he started to climb. Between the pink tinge of the flowers, the boughs were to slippery and seemed to win life in each touch of the boy. Holding tight one of this bough, he listened a scream. The tree was screaming, or crying, he couldn't perceive so well in that moment.
Speaking to nowhere, without to expect an answer, he asked if "that one" were all right.
The voice acquired a face, a big giant of woods and stones, was looking to him, inside their big black eyes.
"What did you expect boy? You are sticking needles in my fingers! I'm screaming of pain!"
Although that huge creature could provoke fear in a guy like him he was amazed, with that giant freshly waked up.
He could see a sunrise behind the big head that was front in of him, the sun lights reflected in her hair of flowers and in the ocean, beyond his old land.
He felt like a explorer that found the most precious treasure. In that moment, he grew, and that was the first time in his life time that turned in someone giant. The little boy felt in love, He succumbed to love the giant desires, the dream of freedom and took the risks to fall in the abyss, if he was wrong or just dreaming to high. That time was the first time that a small one, in that village, turned into a human been as we know today. Love sometimes, can make some giants...
