Rozalia Aleksandrova lives in Plovdiv, Bulgaria. She was born in the magical Rhodope Mountains, the cradle of Orpheus. Author of 11 poetry books: “The House of My Soul” (2000), “Shining Body” (2003), “The Mystery of the Road” (2005), “The Eyes of the Wind” (2007) , “Parable of the key” (2008), “The Conversation between Pigeons” (2010), “Sacral” (2013), “The Real Life of Feelings” (2015), “Pomegranate from Narrow” (2016), “Brushy”(2017), “Everything I did not say”(2019). Editor and compiler of over ten literary almanacs, collections and anthologies. She is a member of the Union of Bulgarian Writers
Her poems was translated into many languages: Polish, English, Spanish, Serbian, Italian, Albanian, Greek, Turkish. Her poems have been published in many prestigious collections, almanacs, literary magazines and websites in Bulgaria, Europe and the world: “Literary world” Bulgaria – 2014, 2016, 2017…; “Wiersze wybrane – Rozalia Aleksandrowa” – London, UK -2015; antologies “Metafora wspolczesnosci” from 2017 – (USA, Poland); “Şiirden Yayıncılık” – Istanbul 2017, 2018; “The Year of the Poet” – USA – 2018, 2020; “The Poet”- (UK, 2019, 2021); Grihaswamini magazine, India – 2020; Azahar, Spain 2021; “Poemame”, Spain – 2021; Poetic Galaktic – ATUNIS 2021; Antology “Serbia, World Poets 2021”; “Poetry and Literature World Vision” –Bangladesh 2021; „Under the Azure Scy” – India – 2021; “World poets, female voices” (English poems) – Netherland – 2021 and other
In March 2006 she created a poetic-intellectual association “Quantum and Friends” for the promotion of quantum poetry in civil society, Plovdiv and Bulgarian phenomenon. Initiator and organizer of the International Festival of Poetry SPIRITUALITY WITHOUT BORDERS from 2015
I see your eyes
Caresses
And dear
horizon
Blue-green
headlights flicker
My essence
And a moan
It’s as if they came
from constellations
truths
A flock of sparkles
waves
Gifts
throw
And they return
purified
Two
reborn
souls
SOMETIMES
It hurts from the impossibility
to become
an amphibian
And The Goldfishes
hold you back
at the king bed
And the true home
is past
But the sun is excavating
water columns
The divers
hunt on them
destiny
And the impossible
is
a white lightning
calling
to open spaces
And embraces
PRIMARY
The Doubts
The naked questions
We melted in bliss
Man and woman
And Someone
who
dissolves
the Universal
gates
