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Anna Maria Petrova-Giuzelev
Anna Maria Petrova-Giuzelev is poetry writer with many publications and awards in Bulgaria and Italy.
Member of the National Order of Journalists in Bulgaria, Italy and CEJ.
Jury member of Italian cinema’s Academy for the awards David Donatello
Member of the Bulgarian Academy of Science and Arts, BASA
President of the Association ARTEMIDIA for Arts and International Friendship.
Producer TV & Movie from 1993 in Bulgaria & Italy.
Owner of the productions “ADRIA FILM International” ltd.
The following poems are from her new book “But the soul knows” published in Bulgarian language by the publishing house of Union of the Bulgarian writers. Anna Maria Petrova-Giuzelev is actress, journalist and poetry writer with many publications and awards in Bulgaria and Italy.
As restless swallow
However, it is nice to live!
- This I say again
the day, when my soul is
singing together with
the waterspot in raptures!
When there is occasion
I myself sing,
playing crazy
and fell from fatigue
as if in a faint.
A captivating sense
of happiness
which sometimes conquered us
like fluttering restless swallow
ready at any moment to fly
and forget…
Circle
I knew - you would come back,
I knew – you would come back and me,
it s could not be otherwise,
we are doomed to life,
but he meets and separates us every day.
This will always be,
to keep the fire!
The words are scared –
the same like me.
Sharp call.
Strict and businesslike,
behind burning tension
stoped for a moment in the new
capitating resignation -
“OK – I will wait”
Come, let's start again duel ...
MUSIC, RHYTHM, AIR
Music, rhythm, air.
I feel drunk from all this.
Be next to me!
Let breathe it together.
Expect to play rock with you
when your hair sparkle,
when our eyes celebrate!
Come here and fill the air!
My hands are thirsty for you!
The greatest gift locked in music
with you!
We are beginning and end
of all those – music, rhythm, air!
Early summer
I am walking quietly, persistently,
somewhere stumble,
somewhere slightly and unseen.
Drunk by freshness my thoughts flying
in the heat.
I am walking in early summer
alone and brand new,
lightheaded by inner pease.
The season is over.
Horizon rests.
Breath -
July s flame and loneliness
bathes me…
Day by day everything goes –
people, dreams and optimism.
The end of summer beginning –
crazy, shiny, mine!
I am going thru!
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