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Cristian Romero Diaz, Poet, Author, Artist, Chef, Chile

Biography Cristian Romero Díaz

Cristian Romero Díaz was born on February 14, 1979, in Santiago of Chile. Poet, writer, Chef and voice of his own radio show “La Esencia del Sentir”.

He has participated in several anthologies of different continents, “La Barca de Papel”, “Poesía de Post-vanguardia” and “Raíces del Alma”, for name a few ones. He was interviewed in 2014 by the journal “La Voz hispana en New York” Newspaper.

He publishes his first book in 2015 “Una Luz Naciente”. In 2016 He was declared illustrious citizen by his native city. He received in 2020 the “César Vallejo”, “El Águila de oro” (The golden Eagle), and “El escudo de Plata” (The Silver Shield) award in 2021 for his literary excellence and designated as President of the UHE (Unión Hispanomundial de Escritores), in Chile.  

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In the immense search of the soul

forerunners we are the poets,

harlequins, lanterns and pocketknives

of what has been said by the interior of life,

in the ineffable conjunction that are the feelings.

The color translated between the branches of silence

It is an old beating that makes us enter through hiding places

small and elusive,

thin and inadequate

to hear the whispering sounds,

those sleeping attempts that support the world

on his imaginative shoulders,

presumed mirrors that drip from day to day

learning from our origin

and the vision of music in the cells of the living whole.

Rainbow strengthened below belonging

that our legs and with which we travel the world

without suspecting that we are coming out of that

what we have innocently entered,

forced access to escape

blessed with unity in the separated,

with which, when crossing that divine threshold,

we meet again.

Accurate

Only the path that search itself

among other ways lost in the middle of anything

have the true spirit generating beauty out of nowhere.

All quest, every smile as well

inner tenderness as evil in front of the death colors of the night

has indeed a soft face that look inside of your soul,

pale and curious,

sickness running away of the mystery

and so innocent at the same time.

So, I´ve come in this day of madness,

of trouble and doom

hanging a verse in my hand

a casserole beside my belly

and an irony over these letters.

I have nothing

and anything has me

to be precise,

I am here to be gone

after I´m not.

And so, the heart goes…

The life inclines certainly the soul

inside all the doom

in the eyes of who is lost,

but glowing in a place deep and hidden enough,

the answer is waiting

little by little covered in nostalgic bliss.

Those arms wide open are

to balance whatever emotion and disappointment

may or may not trouble your mind.

The light assumes forms in a lot of colors

vanished and possessed at the same time

for the strength within you and me

all of us waking through a path of love and experiences.

And so, the heart goes…

The brotherhood of the lights

With a finger located beneath the sun,

get inside the movements of the trees

from the conscience of the human being.

Shining of loneliness, the sparkles make a nest on the skin

And the blue whispers are protected by the age of the infinity.

Every living thing and touched of those experiences

starting funny faces of that once initiated,

It´ll never end…

The eternal sensation of the eyes showing their joy

through a crystallized tear

of the moist and wonderful liquid light

that lives in you.

CristR

Addict

I acquire the deaf echo of the hours

ruminating serums among the monotony

in order to acquire a ticket to the circus

which is my clear life with a dark multi-colored complexion.

I sell the silent time where the day dawns

suffering its meaning on the wings of the night,

mocking mercilessly in the parading light

kilowatts and sparks made laughing

to inseminate culture below the waist

where sex appears saving-mind

to seduce the impulses of frustration.

I hope the last melody of my thinking

make your graceful effect on these old cracks

that supply my years of existence,

they are the ethereal tides of time

that which dry foam of absences and acrobatics

they have kept the emotions asleep and hidden

in the mirror lived of that enslaving aspect,

the frenzied music of my own soul in life

to which like a very strong drug

Now, I declare myself addicted.

CristR

©Cristian Romero Díaz