Encontrar
um Don Juan a bordo.
E
revê-lo 30 anos depois.
Será
possível?
Para comemorar o dia dos
namorados resolvemos contar histórias reais de romances que nasceram por causa
do charmoso mundo da aviação.
São encontros, desencontros,
paixões, namoros que acabaram em casamento, namoros que acabaram e namoros que
nem começaram.
Ana Maria ganhou da sua mãe,
ao entrar na faculdade, uma viagem para Buenos Aires. Sua mãe estava no Peru e
ia se encontrar com ela na Argentina, portanto Ana Maria viajava sozinha, no
voo da Varig, com escala em Porto Alegre.
No mesmo voo havia um grupo de
rapazes argentinos, uns 7 ou 8, que estavam fazendo a maior bagunça a bordo. Em
determinado momento, um dos meninos a procurou e fez aquelas perguntas
tradicionais: Qual seu nome? De onde você
é? Onde você vai? Com quem você está? E começaram a conversar.
Ele conhecia o hotel que ela se hospedaria com sua mãe, disse que passaria lá
para convidá-la para sair. Ana Maria não levou muito a sério.
Ele gentilmente a esperou sair
do avião, passar pela imigração, encontrar com a mãe, um verdadeiro Lord.
Passados 2 dias, Juan ligou e convidou Ana Maria para jantar. Eles ainda
esticaram a noite em uma casa de shows chamada Mau Mau, badaladíssima na época.
O namoro iniciou ali mesmo em
Buenos Aires. Em uma época que telefone era escasso de muito caro, não existia
internet, e-mail etc., complicando muito a comunicação. Ana Maria conta que namoravam por cartas,
fantástico né? Claro eles também se viam, viajavam para se encontrar.
Foram 3 anos de idas e vindas,
dele e dela, de São Paulo a Buenos Aires e vice-versa. As viagens eram
frequentes, pois, lembra Ana Maria, a passagem para Argentina, na época, era
muito barata. Chegaram até a pensar em casamento, mas sentiram que aquela
paixão inicial estava esfriando. Terminaram o romance e vida que segue.
Durante o namoro a relação era
bem estreita, Ana Maria frequentava a casa dos pais dele, foi madrinha de
casamento de uma de suas irmãs, enfim criaram vínculo para a vida toda. Mas com
o fim do relacionamento, anos depois, Ana Maria achou outro lord, aqui mesmo no Brasil e em 1981 casou-se.
Recentemente, navegando pelas redes
sociais ela reencontrou sua paixão de juventude, seu Don Juan (Juan era seu
nome), começaram a papear, trocar mensagens, lembrar os bons tempos pelas redes
sociais.
Muitas mensagens, altos papos,
Juan contou até como o relacionamento com sua filha era complicado, deixando de
vê-la por bom tempo, mas segredou que estava querendo mudar essa situação e reatar
o relacionamento com a filha.
Um belo dia, do ano de 2010, Juan
que morava no México, mandou uma mensagem dizendo que viria ao Brasil e
propunha um encontro, um almoço, em um domingo.
O marido da Ana Maria até aqui
acompanhava a troca de mensagens da esposa com o “tal Don Juan” a distância,
ele não via perigo, era um ex namorado de juventude, o moço morava no México, e
ele e a Ana Maria tinham um casamento sólido e feliz com mais de 30 anos. Mas,
quando veio o convite para um almoço Ana Maria notou certo desconforto no marido.
Ela bateu o pé, “quero ir”, o marido acabou cedendo, disse que se sentaria na
mesa ao lado, só para tomar conta dela (kkkk).
No tal domingo Ana Maria
estava ansiosa por conta da demora da ligação do Juan, seu marido não perdeu a
oportunidade de zoar com ela: “tomou um bolo”? E adivinha só? Juan não ligou e
não apareceu.
Claro que Ana Maria ficou
muito brava, ela tinha contado para todo mundo do trabalho sua história de amor
com o Juan e anunciado para os quatro cantos do escritório que domingo iam se
ver novamente. E lá estava ela na segunda feira com cara de quem tomou um
enorme bolo, certa que também ia ser zoada pelos colegas.
Inconformada, mas mais calma,
foi procurar nas redes sociais do moço, pensando no que ia falar para o
sujeito. Quando se deparou com a notícia de seu falecimento que aconteceu 3
dias antes do encontro marcado. Ana conta que teve a sensação que o chão se
abriu embaixo dela.
Ela não se conformou, é claro,
um infarto tirou a oportunidade desse casal se reencontrar, se abraçar e
lembrar os tempos de namoro e juventude.
Na próxima viagem que faria a
Buenos Aires entrou em contato pelas redes sociais com a filha dele solicitando
o endereço do cemitério para visitar o túmulo. Ele foi cremado e as cinzas
jogadas num lugar especial, relatou a filha.
Esse contato deu oportunidade
para Ana Maria se apresentar e contar um pouco sobre o Juan que ela conheceu
para aquela filha, que estava distante do pai. Trocaram outras mensagens e ela
agradeceu imensamente a Ana Maria aqueles relatos.
Abaixo seguem as cartas que
foram trocadas entre Ana Maria e a filha de Juan, são emocionantes. 👇
Que história linda!
Eu amei.
Fico pensando como seria esse
encontro, o que teria acontecido, enfim, tantas perguntas passam pela minha
cabeça pensando nessa história.
Impossível não pensar nos
amores de infância e juventude.
Você lembrou deles?
Deu saudades?
Que lição você tira dessa
história tão linda?
Conte para nós, ou é segredo?
Nos vemos no próximo post.
E-mail
enviado por Ana Maria para Paola, filha de Juan:
São Paulo – Brasil, 27 May
2010
Dear Paola
We haven’t met before. My name
is Ana Maria and I was your father’s friend.
We have met in 1970 when I
travelled to Buenos Aires to see my mother who was there. Your father was in
the same flight as mine, we talked, exchanged telephone numbers and one day he
invited me to go out, we went to a nightclub which was in at the time – AFRIKA
was the name of the night club. The following day he took me out for dinner at
Recoletta – Don Juan (suggestive name). As I didn’t know Spanish, I had to
accept his suggestion as dinner choice. I stayed some more days with my mother,
we ended up going out every day, and we started dating.
Believe it, we are from a time
that computers didn’t exist. We had to write letters!!! Letters and more
letters that would GO and come!!!. Sometimes I would go to Buenos Aires and
sometimes he would come to Brazil. So, we did for several years, guess two
years. And then suddenly it finished.
But your father was Just something!!! He was great!!!!, , happy, loved
dancing, night clubs to eat at good restaurants, travel. He was very
handsome!!!
One of the pictures he had in
the face book, it is with me. I am with him at a nightclub called Mau-Mau
(famous at that time). We went to horse racing in San Telmo, went with him when
he went golf playing. We really had lots of fun together.
I had dinner at your
grandparents house that lived at Luiz Maria Campos with Libertador, I met
Jacqueline huge dog, a doberman that
lived with them in the apartment. And, your father loved her.
I had never seen him again and
then last year I met him at facebook, it was super! From then on we started
talking always, you can see I am in his SKYPE, MSN, Facebook and he promised me
that he would come to Brazil, but then he had to go to Tokio, to Switzerland.
However he kept saying that he would come and then a few days ago he send me a
message in the facebook saying that on the 23rd he would be in São Paulo and
asked me to have lunch together. And he didn’t arrive, didn’t send me an,
e-mail, didn’t show up at facebook. Nothing!
So, yesterday I decided to
enter in his facebook and I am still shocked with what I read, a message of a
friend telling about his death, and then another message. I called a friend of
mine, who I know since I was a child who knew your father very well and was
also his friend at facebook. She also posted a message there. Her name is Alda.
I sent messages to 2 friends of your father, the ones that wrote about the
tragic news.
Paola, you can’t imagine how
sad and shocked am I.
Your father was part of a marvelous time of my life, and
to have met him again, was a great present that God gave us before he left.
On his birthday, I sent him a
message asking if I could call him and he said “I will be in Buenos Aires, and
I call you” was it a February 14. He called me around noon, and we talked for
about one hour. We remember so many things and he said he was going to
visit Julio Manpheye (I think it is how
we spell it) that was a friend of his from that time and that I knew very well.
He is in the same picture at the nightclub.
Your father loved to draw
rabbits and in the picture you can see there is one made by him asking “veni
pronto”.
I miss him! How sad it is!
I don’t know how you will
receive this letter, but be sure that
here in Brazil you have a friend,
that loves your father a lot and that will remember forever the best and
greatest memories from him and if one Day you want to talk about him, I am
here.
I also married. I have been
married for 28 years and my husband knows about Juan. He knows that we dated,
that we have met again and that we were going to see each other.
At our time there was a
song Eran Dos Locos, which I have in
my iPod and we used to say that it was
our song.
Paola, I am sure that wherever
he is, he will be watching you and all the ones he loved.
I miss him a lot, I have
some pictures that if you want I can
e-mail them for you.
Please find below my data if
you want to talk to me.
A big hug and kisses.
Ana
Resposta da Paola para Ana
Maria:
Ana,
Thank you very much for this
letter! it brought tears to my eyes, it is wonderfull hearing about my fathers
past, I have always heard he was a fun guy, and he reamined a fun guy up to his
last minute, one thing he asked the doctor as they were about to do his heart
surgery was: "will this afect my sexual life?" jajaja, I want you to
know he never lost his happy joking personality.
I have seen that picture in
the mau mau many times, he showed it to me so I could see how he was when he
was younger, I always told him, he was too good looking for his own good.
It is a great loss for many
people, my father and I always had a complicated relashionship, but as I grew
older I came to realize the incredible person he was, loved and cherished by so
many people, a fantastic human being, and a loving father, now with time and
his death I can see everything he did for me, and how his love for me was
endless, it's very sad that he is gone.
I would love to meet you some
day, whether it is here in mexico or in brazil.
Thank you so much for
contacting me.
Big hug.
Paola.
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