Poetry II - What if

What if
life was a smile
how many teeth needed?
What if
cries were water
in which sea they would end?
What if
the hate was a chair
there would be room for the unfair?
What if
lies were rose petals
who would have the bigger garden?
What if
What if
the silence of a night
would give you words
would it be the answer
to this immense...
What if

Poetry - I - The kiss - Today I miss you

Today I miss you
and it is like when...
the breathe stops into your throat..
as a sea empty nor a boat.
Today I miss you
as the moment of a kiss
when your eyes stay closed
and your brain fall in a fool desire
Today I miss you
the eyes where was written my face
that scratch on the left side down the mouth
where my lips found the best place
Today I miss you
like walking on the point of naked feet
to not hear the cold of the floor
walking fast to let this pain get a bit sweet
Today I miss you
and there is no relief
no struggle of soul
Today I miss you
that you
who makes me rock
who stool my road
who brought me at the horizon
that you
who painted dreams of glass
so weak
so full of you
and it is for this
that after that the wave passed
and sea struggled with the rock
of my existence so empty
all I can do
... is just missing you
who?