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.
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.
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.
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.
©Cristian Romero Díaz