Countdown #Desafio 365 days (033 of 365) In this post, I continue my explanation about the poem (which is not by chance called "Regressive Counting"): Note how, at each stanza, the reading becomes a little more "legless"; each stanza has its own musicality, because of the amount of poetic syllables, and we have to forget the musicality of the previous to read the next. Oh, and, of course, the whole poem must be cohesive, make sense, tell something, express some emotion. Otherwise, it's just an exercise. Countdown 13 Here's a poem. There are things I can't say... Better to make paper a mere confidante To keep what's on your chest and feel Here's a poem: this is all I know how to do. 12 Read the poem: try to understand what it says The loose words: I'll tell you What you don't say, you just try to hide And he pretends to forget; and if he is happy. 11 Take this poem to tell you about love, A living and strong love, what the root From the highest place; and I, who wanted so much Deny it, I know it's already me sir. 10 Like running out of your perfume now What have I tasted, my God, of your smell? How to Make Such Pain Die That you stay and live, and you don't leave? 9 No... it's not the poem. It's just me I pretend to be yours all the time. And, being a pretender on the outside, I must be in heaven by now. 8 What this poem can give you A kiss from me, lost to the sky; And what this kiss makes defendant Your heart of such art 7 May you be an elixir: And love me, then, The pain, which breaks me, There won't be any. 6 Feel my kiss; feel: It's me smiling at you. But, no... When I see her, I'll just smile. 5 And this smile of mine, It's our haust That brings, suddenly Your imprecise dream. 4 I want to give you A paradise I want and I need So much to love you! 3 The Heavenly That look. It's a sea That you gave me. 2 Bye! That's me. Put me on. Yours. 1 No Ti, Mine God.