So many times each tongue has twisted, tasted, licked and not resisted blurting out what’s on one’s mind contorting with the aim to find words and concepts, saliva helps spitting out meaning, and yelps turning love, turning pleasure defining how we for others measure from the first gurgle and scream to each articulated dream. One tongue may labour to another not blessedly given by one’s mother how much to learn, nuance and grammar vocabulary to forget and to stammer yet persistence opens the way to understand and better say so the message is transmitted and our meaning is not omitted; and not perfect, no, but enough to go, to do, smooth over the rough.
