{"id":8366,"date":"2026-10-02T16:20:23","date_gmt":"2026-10-02T20:20:23","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/trasatlantica.org\/?page_id=8366"},"modified":"2026-10-12T09:05:36","modified_gmt":"2026-10-12T13:05:36","slug":"adalain-eydie-sans","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/trasatlantica.org\/?page_id=8366","title":{"rendered":"Adalain Eydie Sans"},"content":{"rendered":"\n
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En 2000<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sembraste buganvilias
junto al costado de la casa.

Entonces
la humedad hab\u00eda aprendido
el nombre de las paredes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

El hongo respiraba
detr\u00e1s de la pintura.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Las vigas ced\u00edan
sin hacer ruido.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

T\u00fa segu\u00edas sembrando.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Como si unas ra\u00edces
pudieran convencer
a una casa de quedarse viva.

Las buganvilias crecieron
igual que crecen ciertas personas:
con espinas
antes que flores.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Yo las ve\u00eda trepar
sobre el concreto agrietado,
cubriendo las grietas
como si el color
fuera otra forma de silencio.

Muchos a\u00f1os despu\u00e9s
entend\u00ed
que nunca intentabas salvar la casa.

Me ense\u00f1aste
que el dolor
no siempre anuncia el final.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A veces
es apenas la espina
que sostiene la flor.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Porque detr\u00e1s de los marcos
hab\u00eda huecos abiertos
por manos furiosas.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Detr\u00e1s del hongo,
personas encogidas
aprendiendo a respirar
en habitaciones demasiado peque\u00f1as
para tanta tristeza.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Y aun as\u00ed,
cada primavera
volv\u00edas a plantar
otra buganvilia.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Para olvidar el dolor
que nos trajo el oto\u00f1o.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Como si la belleza
no fuera una respuesta,
sino una forma
de resistir.

Ahora entiendo
por qu\u00e9 sigo buscando flores
en las casas
que ya se est\u00e1n cayendo.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Aprend\u00ed a seguir sembrando
bougainvilleas
entre lo podrido
y lo herido.

En enero,
todav\u00eda florecen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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Adalain Eydie Sans es m\u00e1s que una poeta y escritora cubanoamericana nacida en Miami. Su obra explora la infancia, la feminidad hispana y la experiencia cubanoamericana desde una voz \u00edntima y visceral. Su voz es una que merece el tiempo, las l\u00e1grimas y las largas horas de reflexi\u00f3n que provoca su escritura. Sus textos han aparecido en Santa Rabia<\/em>, Palabras con alas: A Latinx Creative Journal<\/em>, Latin@ Literatures<\/em>, The Write Launch<\/em>, Cathexis Northwest Press<\/em> y Poetose<\/em>, entre otras publicaciones.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

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