Predator ... In the jungle, where the shadows hide ... - poem by Stefano Donno

In the jungle, where the shadows hide,

A hunter stalks with a fearsome pride.

A creature born of an alien race,

Whose very presence instills fear and pace.

 

With cloaking tech and advanced gear,

The Predator hunts with deadly flair.

Tracking its prey with an eerie calm,

No challenge too great, no threat too strong.

 

Its eyes scan the foliage with a keen sight,

Sensing the movements of creatures in the night.

Silent as the wind, deadly as a snake,

The Predator is a force to make no mistake.

 

With blades and guns, it strikes with precision,

Leaving no chance for its prey's evasion.

A being of power and lethal might,

A true apex predator of the night.

 

And yet, beneath its fearsome guise,

Lies a being with an enigmatic guise.

A culture and honor that we cannot fathom,

A mystery that we may never fathom.

 

In the jungle, the Predator reigns supreme,

A creature unlike any we have ever seen.

A force of nature, a true warrior's might,

A being of awe and terror in its right.

 

 

Le manifest - poem by Stefano Donno

From the depths of the unconscious mind,

Emerge strange visions, elusive and unkind.

A world beyond the realm of reason,

Where dreams and reality blend without treason.

 

With Breton's manifesto as our guide,

We delve into the psyche's tide.

Through the art of free association,

We unravel the mysteries of creation.

 

In this realm of the surreal,

The rules of logic no longer appeal.

Instead, we seek the strange and obscure,

To unlock the secrets that we cannot ignore.

 

A canvas becomes a portal to the unknown,

A poem a doorway to a world unshown.

With every stroke and every word,

We venture deeper into the absurd.

 

The surrealists seek to break the mold,

To challenge what we've been told.

To unravel the threads of conformity,

And discover the true nature of humanity.

 

So let us embrace the surreal,

And let our imaginations run wild and free.

For in this world of the inexplicable,

Lies the key to unlocking our true destiny.

 

 

Couple aux têtes pleines de nuages. A vision of Salvador Dali's mind - poem by Stefano Donno

Couple aux têtes pleines de nuages,

A vision of Salvador Dali's mind,

Two heads adrift in a sky so high,

Floating away with the clouds they find.

 

Their bodies united in a loving embrace,

But their minds in a world beyond,

A world of fantasy and imagination,

Of dreams and possibilities profound.

 

With every cloud that they pass,

Their thoughts take a different shape,

A kaleidoscope of colors and forms,

A journey through a surreal landscape.

 

They dance among the stars and moon,

And whisper secrets to the skies,

Two souls lost in a world of their own,

With nothing but the clouds as their guide.

 

Couple aux têtes pleines de nuages,

A work of art that truly amazes,

A testament to the power of the mind,

To take us to places that defy our gazes.

 

 

 

Miley Ray Cyrus ... With a voice that soars like the eagles above! Poem by Stefano Donno

With a voice that soars like the eagles above,

And a spirit that's free like the wings of a dove,

She dances and sings with wild abandon,

Unfettered by rules, she's like a cannon.

 

She's a rebel, a queen of her own creation,

Unafraid to speak her mind with conviction,

In a world that often tries to keep her down,

She rises up, refusing to wear a frown.

 

Her journey has been full of twists and turns,

But she's never stopped believing that she'll learn,

With each step she takes, she grows stronger,

A force to be reckoned with, a singer-songwriter.

 

Miley Ray Cyrus, a name that echoes,

Through the halls of music and beyond,

A shining star, a symbol of hope,

In a world where anything is possible, she shows.

 

So let us celebrate her art and her fire,

Her boundless energy and endless desire,

To break the mold, to create something new,

To be who she is, unapologetically true.