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Berengario Jan 2020
I
personally
have nothing to say
I let people talk
talking calms you down
makes time go by
brings the illusion  about
things were meaningful

as for me
I've got nothing to testify
someone gave birth to me
and here I am
sure I've passed life on
up to three times
should I apologise?
no question  of  blaming anyone
just a matter of cause-effect

should Your Honour insist
so on that day I was
showing some strangers around
at my workplace
that's on the outskirts
half an hour away
they praised some things
were nonetheless surprised
I would spend my free time
wandering on the fields

there I learnt to tell
gypsum from marl from clay
I saw rabbits hurrying away
I first heard partridge's
chuk chuk  chuk  chukaa

there I've cried of cold and coldness...
so as I was saying
I have nothing to declare
Obviously the speaking person is not the poet himself, although they might  share some features. Too much talkative for not having nothing to say.
Berengario Jan 2020
hang yourself
onto the rainbow
and let you glide
down to the juicy meadow

once grounded
take a deep breath
and feel the knife
in your pocket

do hesitate up to ten
before leaning over the parapet
to see the yawning bridge

root into the lemon grove
searching for that corpse
so many escapes devoured

do not forget you've got
no goal at all
The corpse stands for the dead poet, whose death put an end to his countless efforts to run away from life
Berengario Jan 2020
Privilege       she says
must be conquered
and  defended

Family
as an endangered species
a  pedestal       bristling with mouldings
preventing your body from collapse
a gabion wall
against desire's avalanche

I held her back hand on shoulder
till she loosened abruptly herself
"We don't look for the same in each other "
said one of the two of us

I got lost
on my way back home
blue-white mountains in the distance
punched into the sky

— The End —