The tongue licks "The tongue licks the red petals of the open rose; the tongue plows a certain hidden bud, and weaves light variations of light rhythms. And it licks, licking, licking, the hairy cave of the lycorina, and, the more licking, the more active, it reaches the sky of the sky, between moans, between screams, bleats and roars of lions in the forest, enraged." (Carlos Drummond de Andrade) 📖✨