Επιμέλεια: Εύα Πετροπούλου Λιανού
CRISTHIAN BRENES, of Costa Rican origin, was born in the city of Cartago, he is 30 years old and has a prodigious voice; he is obsessed with music, he can listen to it for hours and it helps him to escape from his existential routine, he loves rhymes. He likes to share his space with animals and nature. He considers himself a rebel of the lyrics, because in them he can express his nonconformity to certain facts of social injustice. He is a free soul and in his moments of solitude he composes his poetry. He has narrated the social prose poetry of the Colombian poet Laskiaf Amortegui. Winner of the International Poetry and Narrative Prize in Huarichaca Peru. You can follow him on instagram @cabg666 and facebook.
POETRY:
Today I wake up bruised by the kisses I have not given,
by the light that dazzles me, when I look at you calmly, so pretty and attractive like a showcase goddess.
With the desire to kidnap you and torture you with my art,
to make light in your pupils as if I were a light bulb,
To be river and drought, to tie myself to your rib.
So that the day you faint with a verse.
To rise up and be calm after the thunder and the antidote to your ills, to be coal for your fire, to be the swell of your seas.
So accept right now that your essence is the one that counts, that I’m lost in your flaws, and the map of your moles,
That whoever makes you feel less is surely a coward.
Because your body is perfect and in my eyes you are art.
MY POETRY
My poetry crosses walls,
it wanders wherever it wants,
without rhythm, without rules, like Denna’s melodies.
Sometimes it rains, puddles form and fish are born in the puddles,
then the sun comes out, THE water dries up and the fish no longer swim.
Now they get up and walk, without any prophet to command them.
There are lands and women that are not conquered, only enjoyed.
There are nights that cry out for stars and there are others that pray for the sun to return for a little while. Uncertainty eats away at a few or perhaps at many,
but some of us are imprisoned by a smile and only death frees us,
That’s how roads always are, no matter if you win or lose.
