I broke all the rules for you …

“All of these lines across my face tell you the story of who I am…

But these stories don’t mean anything when you have no one to tell them to…”

Brandi Carlile

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♡ The Tale Of My Heart ♡



Neeraj Kumar

Cynthia Ann Katon-Alfonso


David Eric Cummins

J. E. Lattimer


for the awards you honored my blog with!

I usually don’t do award posts on Broken Sparkles, but I’ve been showered with appreciation and love, and I couldn’t leave the gesture without expressing my gratitude, so here, “I broke all the rules for you”. All of these award nominations say I should share a few things about myself … it has always been awkward to talk about myself, but …

I love white roses, red candles, airplanes and blue colors

I want to live in a place where summer lasts forever

I dislike wrinkled bed sheets and people who don’t know what they want

I wish I had the passion to write poetry like Pablo Neruda

I collect post cards, a post card from a place I haven’t been to can make me smile for days, weeks

I wish I had a job that will keep me in different countries every month

The best time I ever had was on my first trip to Egypt

I love standing on the metro platform when the trains from both directions leave at the same time

The only man that ever loved me honestly, never heard me saying “I love you”

The rest about me, you can read between the lines of my posts

These awards mean so much to me, thank you all for being my blogging friends, “no story means anything if there is no one to share it with”! As for who I’d like to nominate … everyone who stops by here deserves an award, consider yourself gifted with “The most sparkling award”, “you all make me feel like a million bucks”!

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“Breaking the rules” by Blaga Todorova


© 2012  Broken Sparkles


“Sapphire light” in The Book Times

I’ve been away from a real writing and poetry activities for some time now, let me say, I was in the middle of a war between inspiration and hope, despite the new poems posted on my blog. There was a bit of tiredness and sadness after the winter and then a bit of a muse- less time, and after that the shock of a robbery and the madness in the country I live in; all together- a pretty good mixture for a cocktail that  lacks motivation. It wasn’t a state that bothered me, but it wasn’t a happy place either.

And you know how we all have one of those days when we wake up and skip a step on the way out of bed? When the ignorance we hold over the sunrise slips on the floor and nothing is hurt apart from the ego and the way- too- long asleep consciousness? Then we all realize we can’t turn back time and catch all the moments we’ve missed, but we can count that time as a lesson and move on to see what’s behind the twilight of the evening ahead.

Last week I had one of those mornings. In a metaphor, I was on my way to Acropolis, and I ended up in front of the Great Wall of China, only to discover that there is a very little left to admire because of the sandstorms none of us can control.  A lot of thinking and wandering was involved that day, but on the end, I found The Book Times – an online, fiction newspaper, thanks to my friend Martin Lauchner.

Today I am happy to share with you that my story “Sapphire light” was published in The Book Times. I would like to thank Martin for recommending the site and I would like to thank Bethany Kent/ Editor in Chief of The Book Times/ who edited and approved my story! And if you all have a little time, you can read “Sapphire light” HERE. 

Love& Peace …


“Sapphire sea” by Blaga Todorova


© 2012  Broken Sparkles



God on the arena

I’m only a slave in the crowd of the arena,
another mortal creature watching you fight.

I follow the shadow of dead on your skin,
the anger upon your divine face,
the sword creeping in a dangerous dance,
but I won’t let a tear out,
like every scared soul on the tribune.

God on the arena,
I will have faith in you when the blood rains on the sand,
when the blades kill with glowing spikes.
I won’t close my eyes in prayer
when the sun reflects on your shield.

I will rise to greet the final combat,
knowing you will come a victor and
I will be the one to offer you a honey wine,
a kiss that will erase the trace of blood,
the wounds from knives and enemies.


"Spartacus" by ladarkfemme on deviantart.com


© 2011  Broken Sparkles