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Il segugio - Il nuovo caso del commissario Cantelli di Franco Serra ( I Quaderni del Bardo Edizioni di Stefano Donno)

 

Scopri "Il Segugio" - Il Nuovo Caso del Commissario Cantelli

Un thriller mozzafiato dove l'acqua diventa simbolo di vita e distruzione.

Il Mistero Svelato

L'acqua, fonte di vita e nutrimento, può trasformarsi in un'onda distruttiva quando travolge la natura o porta con sé la malvagità umana, conducendo alla morte. Il commissario Cantelli si trova di fronte a un nuovo caso intricato, pieno di informazioni che potrebbero sviarlo.

Che cosa prevarrà in questa tragedia? L'odio, la follia, l'indifferenza, la casualità, o gli impulsi irrazionali dell'amore?

Perché Leggerlo Ora

Franco Serra, con maestria, intreccia elementi naturali con conflitti umani profondi, creando un'atmosfera unica per gli appassionati di thriller psicologici. Parte della collana "I Quaderni del Bardo Edizioni di Stefano Donno", questo libro è un must per chi ama storie avvincenti e riflessive.

"Riuscirà il commissario Cantelli a districarsi in questo nuovo caso senza lasciarsi fuorviare dalle tante informazioni raccolte?"

Immergiti in un mondo di suspense e emozioni contrastanti.

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In the ring of recycled thunder ... for Hulk Hogan by Stefano Donno

 In the ring of recycled thunder,

where spotlights carve heroes from sweat and steel,

Hulk Hogan rises, a colossus of bandanaed myth—

twenty-four-inch pythons coiled like forgotten rivers,

flexing against the tide of scripted falls.

Brother, he booms, voice a seismic wave

rippling through arenas turned echo chambers,

Hulkamania a fever dream in neon yellow,

vitamins swallowed whole with prayers

that taste like iron and ambition.

He tore shirts like pages from America's playbook,

patriot in red-white-and-blueshifted glory,

body a billboard for the unbreakable,

slamming giants into canvas confessions—

Iron Sheik, Andre, the endless parade

of heels crumbling under his atomic drop.

Yet in the quiet after the bell,

his frame a map of scars and spotlit scars,

a man who wrestled the world into spectacle,

turning grapples into gospel,

fame's grip loosening like a botched pin.

Now, in the hush of 2026's hindsight,

his legacy lingers like a crowd's roar

fading into static—immortal, imperfect,

a free-verse titan in a verse-free ring,

where every suplex whispers: What'cha gonna do?

Echoes of the Hulkster, brother,

pulsing through the veins of pop's underbelly,

a hybrid hymn of muscle and memory,

accessible as a high-five, innovative as the fall

Serum Liturgy for Teschio Rosso (Red Skull / Marvel) by Stefano Donno

 1. Serum Liturgy 

I drank the red and the red drank me—
stripped the meat from the mask, left the bone
polished, gleaming, a lantern in the Reich’s last throat.Johann? Canceled. Schmidt? Culled.
Now only the call: skull, skull, skull—
a single syllable that multiplies like heads
in the dark garden of Hydra.They say disfigurement. I say disclosure.
The serum rewrote the genome in fire:
superiority not born but forged, not given
but seized, worn raw on the outside
where the world must look and flinch.Captain’s shield bounces off my calculus—
stars and stripes, blue-eyed arithmetic
of the old order. Mine is red math,
eternal subtraction: one world, zero mercy.Hail the fracture. Hail the grin beneath.
I am the future wearing death’s own face,
laughing in every panel, every frame,
the red that never fades.2. Red Manifesto (Hybrid Form)
Injection
Vial kissed vein like a lover who means to kill.
Flesh ran liquid, reformed into truth:
no more pretty lieutenant, only the red equation.
Face became flag. Flag became warning.Multiplication
Cut one head, two rise.
Cut two, four.
The serum taught the body politics:
regeneration is ideology made meat.
Hydra does not die; it learns.The Rival
He arrives in primary colors, shield like a mirror
I refuse to look into.
I wait on Vormir’s stone, trading souls
for the stone that sees everything and forgives nothing.
Our war is the only story that never ends—
hero needs villain the way bone needs marrow.Eternal
They draw me again and again.
Ink, pixels, cosplay, nightmare.
Each time the skull is redder, the grin wider.
I am not character. I am the crack
where the dream of perfection breaks
and keeps breaking beautifully.Eternal 2 
Red runs. Red rules. Red remains.
Hail.