Violeta Balabavnova

Violeta Balabanova

is a well known name in Bulgarian literature. She entered the temple of poetry in 1966 with her first poetic cycles - "Embroidery" (1969), "Girls in Love" (1971), "Poetic Fortune" (1980). In 1992 she published her first collection entitled "Embroidery" which led to claims of a new style in Bulgarian poetry. An impressive element of this work is not only the poetic fluency of the verse, but the predominance of folklore and traditional Bulgarian elements. After the huge success of the book "Embroidery" which had successful premieres in Berne, Switzerland and Istanbul, Turkey, poems in the collection have attracted the attention of Bulgarian pop and rock musicians who have used them in their songs. Violeta also published other collections of poetry which are no less impressive:

"I am coming" (1995), "Mission" (1999) and "Holy Sinner" (2002). Violeta Balabanova has once again surprised connoisseurs of the word. She has managed once again to prove that poetry is not just an art, but a gift, feeling and eternity.

Violeta Balabanova's books can be found in the national libraries of France, UK, Australia, Germany, Russia and in the Library of Congress in Washington, the university libraries of Chicago, California, Poland and Hungary. Many of her poems have been translated into English and French. They can be found in the "Anthology of Bulgarian Poets" translated into Portuguese.

"Holy Sinner" was published by International Global News Ltd, financed by Baileys. The illustrations are by Silvi Baseva, Nikolai Yanakiev and Petar Savov.

Violeta Balabanova is a member of the Union of Independent Bulgarian Poets and one of the founding members of Lions Club Sofia-Serdika.

Violeta Balabanova-Holy Sinner


Every moment lived
With the feast
Of the dawn.
The soul exalted
And lit by the sun's rays.
Only Woman
Kneels down
With reverence
Before Love.
In this Sacred Moment


Playful, eyes brightly coloured,
Within love in their hearts, undiscovered.
Black-eyed wanderers so strange
Hiding secrets deep in river springs.
Enchanted, wild and barefoot,
Treading the peaks of Pirin.
Laughing, playfully amongst dewy downs,
Sighing high in the air
With the thieving crows.
The sadness of finished Love,
Forgotten kisses ever awake.
Exhausted dreams never sleeping
Flying in balloons stolen.
You run to the skin-tearing rocks
Far away from the gardens and fountains.
Tempted by the stormy winds,
Teased, loved and left.
Girls with sapphire rings,
The zephyr wind ruffles their hair.
Love unresting, shines within them.
The day of the fair brings the joy
Of the Love of the wild Madonnas.


You, who walks with the stars.
Every star is a sign of fate
And love tormented.
Oh, you young, young, girl,
You who walk the mountain peaks,
With your friends,
Picking the crocuses.
Together splashing in the rivers,
But the rivers are dry,
Their tears spent.
Oh, you young girl...
Run, girl, run in joy,
Youthfulness, madness forgives.
Offering you tastes of sweetness,
But not wasting the days.
Oh, you young, young girl,
You who stare at the stars
With your songs of the piper.
Present your gifts to the peaks,
With your blossoming flowers,
Run, young girl, run...