Aristocratic Perspective by Stefano Donno

 











Large cups arise from distant clouds
like golden butterflies that fly in pairs
between ships of fresh thoughts.

The soul speaks through solitary
the lost voice of sad men
that are lost between the day and night
motionless on a bed of memories
embroidering praises to a September sunset.

Their temples hot
in the heat of a passion
fragrant with aromas joyful
and distant waters lost in time

An eternal archetype by Stefano Donno

 













Among the books in the library feels very cold and scared.
The slow classification books
their divisions and proportions
are ghosts that give the time
an archetype Eternal.
In short, a giant encyclopedia
typography scrupulous
an ancient presence of a direct commitment
to forget the biography of a one day useless.

Crazy, crazy ... right? by Stefano Donno

 

Now the weather
whispers to my docile years
joys and pleasures
or perhaps only joys
or maybe just sweetness
or perhaps none of the two things.

What can never say
who buries the dead
at that turkey sitting comfortable
my hat
if not only words of reproach pure?

Mediterranean by Stefano Donno

 






A confused whirl of electrons
it wraps delicious alchemy of everyday miracles
between traffic lights off of memories.

The nearly silent East Mediterranean Solar
land greeted with a caress toxic
without interference.

The slowness is nausea phosphorescent
a time without hands

House by Stefano Donno

 









The breath forced closed
between spaces known
but you do not remember
if not for the powder
Your warm smiles
from that time are lost
between your fingers.

Objects for easy consumption
misuse in the clash
lying on the pages of genuine affection
but not enough to your happiness
Dawn waiting blighted than ever will

Suggestions of Shaman by Stefano Donno

 









The old shaman looks
aloft his thoughts
like blades of grass colored rainbow.

His God is crying because the Shaman
beside him you find what has long been forgotten.

The old Shaman
He kisses your lips moist earth
who returns with smiles circular
that gesture of affection.

God rejoices in his love
so beautiful so big
although soon the lover of old Shaman
betray his trust.

The young shaman cries
for the death of her beloved father
hit by the bite of the viper
carrying a message with him:
give the old man a kiss Shaman sand

A wild passion by Stefano Donno

 














The word causes
always with great irony
the vision, the wait
the dark or in the cool of dawn.

Something swings
the features of a face
down as the magnetic field
down the neck or along the shoulders or back.

It is a stream hit
by a return gently shaking
irresistible core of attraction
a blank page
bent suddenly.

Maybe it's a wild passion
who goes in search of everything
even through the thick fog
a dream unknown

A new beginning by Stefano Donno

 









After sleepless nights
heavy melancholy sailor
slipped on like wisps
and prefer to smoke a cigarette
the glimmer of a smile blasphemous.

And you can become whores
street people without honor
maybe it's the fault of coffee taken in a hurry
or a glass of JD poorly savored
or maybe it's just tears and misery
before you start all over again

Verses of a madman by Stefano Donno

 










There are things that fly
up to heaven laying
mysterious metamorphosis
between hands bold and cupide
on vast gardens fences
by invisible silences.
I run my hand
on the front of one evening
like so many others and
inflames the heart with joy
crackling of youth gone wild.
Then an entire night locked
between mortal things!
Belfast'll be singing today
and its avenues lenses like the old
shorter shadow cast shadows.
Now all is peace and silence
between prayers of mice
I read where the appeals of many lips
who feel an embrace
most indecent of death

The King of Lizards by Stefano Donno

 

















A bag full of tears
He is lying as always
on the throne of the King of Lizards
abandoned in the middle of the pond
illuminated by the torch of the pale moon.

Him on a solitary leaf
half lying on the bank of dreams
He flapped slowly eyelids
He is smiling as she pierced
hungry for happiness.

- Rejoice, rejoice ...! - Repeated
and instead barely
He could understand that cancer of boredom
He had eaten all his most beautiful thoughts!

Sturm und Pulp by Stefano Donno

 















The ground under heavy technical steel
Walk the shining age of dense beauty
in a vacuum of thirty thousand G habits.
I see a spirit
essence of storm
in the beginning of life
prison buried under the mound
my feet
People will kill for road
for no particular reason.
They remain 4 chewing gum
that turn in my mouth
snakes in the bizarre circumferences

A kiss by Stefano Donno

 












Your image Diamond
in my arms
He tortured me in a dream
and your eyes
as a sweet memory of a ray morning
I thought hurricanes.
My life for you
flute paradise
breeze was close
no more regret
It was rose petal
caressed by your fingers
It was an early love of power.
Now and only now
since I've been with me
the silence around
it is wonderful to hear

Starlight by Stefano Donno

Without any effort
we'll fly away
and we'll look at the peaks
the silence of others.

This will support our steps
lead with gentle hand
our lives and we ...

We will create time
only if it is true love
our eyes blind you
as if they were a pure beam of light

WOMAN by Stefano Donno

Body of woman rolling hills
white thighs
my body of fierce warrior
She modeled as a weapon
discovered the attacks of your love glances.

Body of my woman
I'll stay in your pleasures
and I will love you for those eyes of absence
for your voice, slow and sad
for that incessant thirst
new meetings.

Unlimited My joyful anxiety
without limits my winding road
we will love
the gift into one another
in an act of offer

IN by Stefano Donno

 











On the wall there was a notice
written in pencil next to the toilet
- If you like sex come to me
I am capable "-
A 44-caliber pistol in the holster
a lit cigar
and half a dozen whores
sitting in the lobby
waiting to forget
a long burst of purity
Meanwhile, the pimp
still playing checkers in the park

MAD MAN by Stefano Donno

He keeps his eyes on anything like a madman
the pig man recently licks everywhere
from head to toe and feel that his fetid breath
sliding all over the body infected.

You can not kill him ... otherwise you end up in jail!

Then you can only do one thing
just a fucking thing ...
shoot in his big fat ass a depth charge

Mudslide by Stefano Donno

 
















In a dirty morning
for the gray streets of the city
tired of life and full of such obviousness
a dirty dozen imbeciles
carrying shoulder bags overflowing with rags
at the same time in which the opium smokers
spitting blood and call for revenge
just like the players erupted silly
a film by Quentin Tarantino psychotropic

A German whore now stoned for a few drinks too
He hastens to open her legs to her pimp
tragic dawning of another day in Hell
nailed to strength along the edges of a universe
empty cable bloodless present in the cup

Joke poetic by Stefano Donno

 

















Eternal is sleep duration,
sacred sleep only
lunatics began donated.
You who come from ancient legends
dark dingy light
Twilight life.

Now a unique and heavy dream
ardor of heavenly
monument observed forever
greet the joys of days
up to reward
an ecstasy of death.

In the dark depths of caves sylvan
Pan, god among clusters of essence,
Spring cheer as infinite,
the soul of old giants
tired of the suit violence
a morning without colors

Close friends by Stefano Donno

 











Many who write to me
nothing remains
except the echo of a song
that breaks the infinite silence
Girl just met.
The bell of the sky
sounds festively shipwreck
of an autumn spent on bare trees
darker thoughts.
The wear of human tedium down
is a whistle of trains left for America
impatient urban desert of Burgy

Where are you!? by Stefano Donno

 













... That does not seem to listen or lukewarm ardor dormant
or worse, the stirring of the obvious ecstasy into disuse
yes I love you I love you for your limbs stretched in the pleasure of absence
for that your silent cry stinking of prayers and supplications
or visceral hatred in rejecting the accusations and why not ...
in denigrating my shortcomings ...

The board in silence by Stefano Donno

 













Now stop waiting strengthen castling
squeeze clouds rock-hard in silence
stagger greedy to say the well then I stop
collapse if not for inertia of the verb
inconiugabile fear of the dream certainly not
not dry the obscene meal consumption only

Do I have by Stefano Donno

 










I can not do it now,
but I have all the way,
rot in one day barely survived
between jabs of bile.

I belong to the elegance provincial
the bourgeoisie of Europe,
for me it's just training.

My brother left for Chicago,
stowaway on a train and looking back
that his glorious life
of atrocious crimes between looks and glasses in the bar.

I recognize in him
On the day of my death and his freedom

The error incorrigible by Stefano Donno

 










... I confirm that no quick take your thirst for you whistling overhead
It remains waiting in doubt prodigal in giving me unceasingly I pray all I ask
if the offense does not doubt that the bar at times feel like another day
greedy (I) for a moment perhaps rightly claim the tragic yet
I no longer I ... I never listen

Changes to the meaning of the verse is derived by Stefano Donno

 












Lost at times as sordid mud pulp
contrite appearance on the edge of innocence
brilliant clarity of intent silent beauty
waiting biting diligent ancient desires extinguished
lens as yellowish leaves floating in nothingness
while the hours of break continuous silent lives of crowds off

For years in the house there was everything: students, artists, tramps, whores
drunks who smaltivano until dawn insomnia dense sour
bitter perhaps macabre of a tortured madness invisible

Infinity ... and the table with one hand by Stefano Donno

 













Come back anytime as you can make apart
no matter if pride slips through your cutlery and then you deny
subtilizes between the dishes of the day before
In the evening drowning his ardor in a teacup.
Ritornami if you can if you want if nothing t'intralcia momentum
I will stay silent posing and waiting for you even if only for a thousand years ...
just call a trill in twilight will be enough
and it will return to business as usual ... and will return to business as usual
I promise you!!!

God save the Queen, the Mad Hatter and the White Rabbit! by Stefano Donno

 












The strong defense of the mask
not silent gratitude or low resignation
maybe sad and heroic or strobe or worse lysergic

The next object of the obvious
It is instead a soft sigh of the wind
both relief rot nostalgic and sad
in the distant afternoon autumn

The rigor of the time lost
trash in the tremendous daily
both macabre and obscene finally reflected in the mirror
offense and charm in the sleep deprivation of a farewell
Myopia cruel gall of the word scotto
without any discount even for the enemy
perhaps a warm embrace before death
the only plausible end before the last sip of wine

Italy Renzi's ... the country's existential lethargy! by Stefano Donno

 










Small idylls ideal for morning teapierce enchanted landscapes fragrant masterpiecessprout intimate paradigms or maybe neverThey gather political prolific praises the sanguineand exchanges of favors orgasmic organic wastedifficult to dispose at all biodegradablePerpetrate the distance then with simplicity and sweetnessthe ad posthumous pardon grim scoops the waitsoft cheek stretched his head to escape the small choicethe beloved family denies the clay wet organzaindeed celebrates with humor and skill any offenselyrical and romantic conception of a shabby performanceItaly Renzi pays the price of imbalances as lawthe decade of the evidence patched or poorly sewn or oversightsthe claims of stability in the hands of a power incoherentlight years away from the basic needs of the people ...... He knows that he knows that the mind ... mind ...but can not help it if the hand that the government tendsnot enough to appease the appetite of greedy bankssewage pregnant sows only sadness and despairItaly Renzi has hardships in a short-sighted approachaffected by the virus of disjointed thoughts hungry futurefull existential lethargy now longtimepursuing at all costs a general pessimism collectiveOne plausible goal of an imaginative and forced decline