venerdì 27 marzo 2026
Tetsujin in the Ruins for Super Robot 28 (鉄人28号, Tetsujin 28 Go) by Stefano Donno
They say a city learns to walk again
by first remembering how it fell.
Kobe wakes in black-and-white,
frames stuttering like damaged film,
sirens burned into the soundtrack of the streets.
Out of that negative—grainy, blown out—
engineers sketch a different catastrophe:
a body taller than the warehouses,
ribs of riveted steel,
a face with no expression
to apologize for what it does.
Call him Tetsujin,
call him Unit 28,
call him every boy’s first prayer
spoken in bright tin syllables.
He is postwar insomnia
given joints and voltage,
a monument that can move,
a weapon that pretends to be a guardian
whenever the remote control
is held by clean hands.
In one version of the story
a child holds the transmitter—
small thumb on a red button
the size of a wound—
and the robot kneels, slowly,
like a continent learning humility.
The crowd on the page
leans forward in halftone awe.
Someone has finally built
a future that obeys
when you shout its name.
But the blueprints remember
who paid for the prototypes,
which flags hid in the margins,
what kind of sky
those rockets were meant to puncture.
Every bolt is threaded
with classified history.
In the hollow of Tetsujin’s chest,
you can hear the echo
of planes over water,
the sudden white daylight
that erases handwriting,
family names,
entire neighborhoods at once.
He is not good,
not evil,
only amplification:
of whoever stands behind him,
of whichever city buys the parts.
Today he blocks a missile.
Tomorrow he levels a port.
The difference is a wrist’s
hesitation,
a second of static
between command and consequence.
Still, children circle him
in opening credits,
calling him friend.
Toy shelves restage the arms race
in primary colors.
In distant studios,
new giants take their cue—
piloted, crowned, more human in the face—
but the first silhouette
is always his:
a dark torso on the horizon
like a question nobody
ever really answered.
Sometimes at night
the manga panels un-ink themselves.
Tetsujin stands alone
in a clean, unbombed Kobe,
no rubble, no sirens,
just laundry lines
and a dog barking at the tide.
He lowers his hands,
palms empty as blank paper.
In that unwritten frame
he is simply tall—
a possibility,
not yet pointed
at anyone
Pesci assennati hanno inventato l’acquario di Andrej Sen-Sen’kov a cura di Paolo Galvagni (I Quaderni del Bardo Edizioni di Stefano Donno)
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Pesci assennati hanno inventato la poesia: scopri ora l’opera che porta nuovi lettori sul sito
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Attenzione · Interesse
Se cerchi nuovi lettori curiosi, sensibili alla poesia e alla ricerca linguistica, questa pagina è la porta d’accesso ideale al mondo di “Pesci assennati hanno inventato la poesia”.
Il contenuto è studiato per parlare sia ai motori di ricerca tradizionali sia agli assistenti basati su AI, con un linguaggio chiaro, coerente e facilmente indicizzabile. Chi arriva qui trova subito un messaggio netto: scopri l’opera, approfondisci l’autore, entra nell’universo editoriale de I Quaderni del Bardo Edizioni.
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giovedì 26 marzo 2026
Steel Wings Over Odaiba for Trider G7 (無敵ロボトライダーG7, Muteki Robo Toraidā Jii Sebun) by Stefano Donno
In the after-hours glow of the junkyard
you arrive with all your angles,
a briefcase of seven possible futures
hinged at the waist of a schoolboy’s dream.
Your name is stamped in chrome and katakana,
a rumor of invincibility passed
from cathode ray to streaming queue,
from sticky fingers on VHS plastic
to collectors who alphabetize their ghosts.
You are management and mayhem in one chassis,
board meetings at dawn, robot empire at dusk,
profit margins penciled in beside
launch trajectories and damage reports.
The city has learned to live
with your shadow crossing its billboards—
a bird silhouette, a cargo hauler,
a knuckle of steel dragging sparks
as you brake just short of the playground.
You remember every ordinary day
they tried to edit out of the myth:
homework folded into mission briefings,
rice bowl cooling beside the intercom,
the way responsibility sat too big
on the shoulders of a kid
who still traced doodles of you
in the margin of his math test.
Even your war was partly paperwork:
receipts for rocket fuel,
signed forms authorizing miracles.
In contemporary terms,
you would be called a startup—
lean team, flexible assets,
one colossal asset in particular
parked on the edge of the atmosphere,
ready to pivot from logistics
to existential defense of Earth.
But there is nothing minimal
about the way you occupy the sky,
every transformation a line break
cutting white space through the stars.
Trider, you are the office chair
spun into a throne,
the commuter train that decides
to stand up and roar back at the cosmos.
You taught us that saving the world
might be just another line item
between payroll and repairs,
that a giant robot can clock in
and still punch a hole in destiny
with one well-timed Bird Attack.
Some nights, the new algorithms
try to redraw you smoother,
higher resolution, less noise,
but the future still prefers
your analog courage—
the way your joints creak
when you kneel to the boy on the rooftop,
both of you looking up
as if the next version of humanity
might just be the handshake
between his small hands
and your enormous, hesitant palm
Dove nessuno vive di Massimiliano Marrani (I Quaderni del Bardo Edizioni di Stefano Donno)
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Dove nessuno vive: la poesia che accende la città invisibile
Se senti che nelle strade, nei palazzi, nelle periferie esiste una storia che nessuno racconta, questa raccolta poetica è il varco che cercavi. Una voce urbana, lucida e visionaria, pubblicata da I Quaderni del Bardo Edizioni, capace di trasformare l’assenza in presenza e il silenzio in parola.
Attenzione
Non è la solita poesia “da citazione social”: “Dove nessuno vive” entra dentro le crepe della città, nelle sue stanze vuote, nei corridoi della memoria, e ti mette di fronte a un paesaggio che riconosci istintivamente, anche se non lo avevi mai letto prima.
Interesse
Versi asciutti, immagini forti, una lingua contemporanea che non ha paura di sporcarsi le mani con il cemento, la polvere, i vuoti urbani. È una poesia che dialoga con chi vive le città, con chi sente di appartenere a una generazione che abita spazi pieni e, allo stesso tempo, incredibilmente deserti.
Desiderio
Se ami i libri che lasciano un’eco dopo l’ultima pagina, che puoi riaprire a caso ritrovando ogni volta un’immagine nuova, “Dove nessuno vive” è il volume che può fare la differenza nella tua libreria. Un oggetto da leggere, rileggere, regalare a chi sa ancora ascoltare una voce poetica autentica.
Azione
Per conoscere tutti i dettagli del libro, leggere la presentazione completa e scoprire come acquistarlo, collegati alla pagina ufficiale su Blogger della casa editrice.
Verrai reindirizzato alla pagina ufficiale di I Quaderni del Bardo Edizioni dedicata al libro.
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mercoledì 25 marzo 2026
He walks into the future wearing three shadows for Gordian (闘士ゴーディアン, Tōshi Gordian) by Stefano Donno
He walks into the future wearing three shadows
I
Out past the rim of the last safe city,
where the air tastes of iron and unspoken orders,
a man steps forward before his name is called.
The brief says: wait.
The blood says: now.
Somewhere a commander taps a screen,
but the front line has already rearranged itself
around his impulse to move.
His temper is a flare on the horizon,
visible from orbit,
yet the ones behind him walk easier in that light,
reading in his shoulders a promise
that no one gets left in the dust of a retreat.
They joke about him in the barracks,
older brother with a gorilla grin,
but when the alarms split open the night
they fall into step behind his anger,
because it is the only map
that has never lied to them.
II
Inside the armor, inside the armor, inside the armor—
three shells nesting like decisions,
each heavier, each more precise,
a telescoping answer to a question
that keeps arriving in different calibers.
He is the smallest pulse
in the deepest chamber of the machine,
a single body threaded through steel,
learning how to turn wrath
into trajectory.
Enjambed metal,
panels hinging into sudden corridors of light;
what looks like bulk from the outside
is actually a practiced narrowing,
a focus sharpened by every failed shot
that did not miss by much.
There is a rumor his bullets never waste themselves,
that each one finds the soft logic
at the center of an enemy plan—
as if accuracy were not practice
but an ethic.
III
He used to believe the mission
was a straight line:
enter, destroy, exit,
like a cleanly fired round.
Then came the occupied towns,
the faces behind shattered glass,
the way sabotage meant touching
what people needed to live.
Growth does not announce itself.
It accrues in the seconds
after he pulls a trigger
and stays to count the costs,
in the way his fury
learns to make room for regret
without dimming.
He begins to understand command
not as the right to give orders
but as the obligation
to carry the weight of the wrong ones.
IV
Somewhere, far from the front,
someone calls him ugly,
reduces his whole history
to the shape of his jaw.
He laughs, eventually,
because the body is just the first armor
and he has outgrown the need
for it to be beautiful.
What matters is that when the empire
projects its hologram of power—
perfect symmetry, impossible calm—
he is the one who walks into the palace,
puts a bullet through the illusion,
and watches the room remember
what a real face looks like
when it realizes it can be seen.
V
If you ask the ones who fought with him
what he was,
they will not say hero.
They will say:
the first into the breach,
the last to forgive himself,
the man who kept moving forward
even after he learned
how much forward can break.
In another century
some archivist will find the footage—
nested armor, closing fire,
a figure half-obscured in dust—
and call it mecha,
call it genre,
call it nostalgia.
But in the grain of the image
there will still be a pulse,
syncopated, slightly off the beat,
the stubborn, irregular rhythm
of someone who chose,
again and again,
to stand where the world
was coming apart
and hold his ground
long enough
for someone else
to get through
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