Rozalia Aleksandrova (Bulgaria)

Rozalia Aleksandrova (Bulgaria)

Rozalia Aleksandrova was born in the town of Madan, Bulgaria. She graduated Slavic philology at  Sofia University “St. St. Cyril and Methodius”. Since 1983 she has been teaching foreign students in Bulgarian at the Medical University in Plovdiv. Rozalia is a member of the Union of Bulgarian Writers and the Society of Writers in Plovdiv. She is involved in editorial and correctional activities, she has compiled over 10 prestigious poetry and artistic collections of poetry and others arts. Creator and inspirer of the International Festival of Poetry “Spirituality without Borders”, which In May 2020, it will be held for the 6th consecutive time (2015, 2016, 2017, 2018, 2019).

Poetry books: 2000 – The House of My Soul, 2003 – The Shining Body, 2005 – The Secret of the Road, 2007 – The Eyes of the Wind, 2009 – The legend of the Key, 2010 – Conversation between Pigeons, 2013 – Sacral, 2015 – The real life of feelings, 2016 – Pomegranate from an Alien, 2017 – Shaggy, 2019 – Еverything I didn’t say. Rozalia has two poetic books with selected poems translated into Polish – at the Royal Library in London – 2014, 2015.

 

PRIMARY
 
The Doubts.
The naked questions.
We melted in bliss.
Woman and man.
And Someone
who
dissolves
the Universal
gates.
 
 
 
THE STATUS QUO
OF MY SILENCE
 
Originally.
Like a storm.
No shelter.
Like a flash.
And help.
And the swing of dreams.
Among the trees.
As a reptile,
crossed my shelter.
Like a missing.
of you.
In a babie’s cry.
Speechless pillow.
I want you again.
Unabandoned.
I want you here.
Among the fears.
Seconds are buzzing.
Seasons have become entangled.
Blue sky.
Like autumn.
Cloud Warriors.
And land.
The Inconsistency
Of wind.
Deceiving and groaning.
Drops grow.
The Covenant of the Rain.
Wet Silence.
No trace.
 
On the peaks
glowing.
Spending hopes.
Voile feather.
Purifying
distances.
 
I am in the world.
And it is in me.
 
 
 
I SEE YOU
 
with each cell
on the body
with every look
of the heart
and that wild impulse
who breaks us off
of gravity
of the coming
inside
and outside
in nothingness
a whole
WE ARE
 
 
 
I AM LOOKING FOR YOU
 
behind the horizon
of silence
eyes and hands
thundering workers
for heat
evenings
in anticipation
uncharted
words
light
 
 
 
ON THE ROAD TO PARADISE
 
I gather the flowers
I send letters
I’m looking for signs
I’m flying to you
On the road to paradise
I’m going through hell
I stand in the middle
And I do not know directions
On the road to paradise
I come to you
And I lose you again
And freedom
It’s the way to heaven
On the road …
 
 
 
WHEN THOUGHTS
DRAW A ROAD
 
and shadows pierce the darkness.
A star burns
without flesh.
From the glowing ashes of our fire.
Followed by a meteor shower.
A sunny foal-like sparkle in the eye.
In amazing pure rye
a spark has flickered.
But thoughts draw a road.
And shadows sway.
Love is on its way.
And autumn goes insane.
 
 
 
POMEGRANATE
FROM AN ALIEN
 
No matter
if you love.
or if you don’t.
You are a cry
in the womb
of the Pomegranate.
Splattering
The Time
and Meaning
of the magical grains
for the nectar.
 
 
 
MY HEART
 
is a verse,
which is writing
an ode
to you.
 
 
 
I PAINT
 
your portrait
with the color of the face.
I feel the taste
of life.
With fingers
sculpt
the primary call
of the heart.
In wrinkles
have ceased
time stops
and I go –
the first scream,
the first song,
the first thought
why I am given
to the world.
I follow
with the brush thirsty
secret folds
in fate,
and then
overlay
dreams
and behold,
I kiss
The Soul.

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