Language moves along the paths of defeat

 Language moves along the paths of defeat. Pretending to bite off more than he can chew, moving heaven and earth from his mouth so that with his long tongue he pushes the putrid failure of words down his throat as he tries to laugh at himself at the rigidity of his frame, licking his fingers as he eats us. in salad, as the cat devours the hungry dog ​​whose ribs remain on the worn bones, fighting for the sake of whoever can: skinny dog ​​or panther cat. They both run ahead of their furious life which, mistreated, pursues them indicating with the raised point of the rusty sickle the splendid marathon of death.

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