Yolanda Rossman: with eros by the sea

Abstract

When I returned to Managua, the art executors asked me if I knew Yolanda Rossman. I didn't know what to say. There was a young lady with the surname Rossman, in Puerto Cabezas, who studied at the Moravian College in Bluefields in my day and whose name I remember because she was a celestial illusion that made Federico, Fedá, my neighbor friend, dream. But she could not be the same ‘girl’, because too many years had passed from that one to this one. However, after hearing the name of Yolanda Rossman, the great sensation of the new poetry of Nicaragua's Caribbean Coast, I began to ask about her too, and I found her next to my memories of Bilwi, Puerto Cabezas: ‘The sea scented air caresses my face.