My true love has a name: Tafari

Yes, I’m sure that I found my true love. You know when everything you do with this person is special, since the beginning. There´s magic in the air…

The first time I saw Tafari was not a happy day. I was worried about a friend. A sad friend. His partner had just passed away, one month before, and he started drink a lot. It was a party in a very nice place with food, drink and black music: Crepe da cidade. My friend was almost crazy, almost drunk, as well… I was there just to take care of him!

There were two guys talking and looking at me. The black one invited me to dance. He was a very nice big black guy, with dread lock hair and incredible eyes! I worked hard all day. I was tired and worried. In fact, I wanted go home, take a shower and sleep! He invited me once, twice… I thought: why not? Only a dance! Next time… But, he left. “That´s ok”, I thought! “Waiter, a drink, please”, I said!

Suddenly the guy came back and one more time invited me to dance. I said yes. Until this time, I didn’t know his name or the place he came from. We danced once, twice. It was a very hot night and we made an according to take a breath outside. He talked in a funny way. I realized he was not a Brazilian guy. He was American! Oh no! I can’t believe! And it´s just the beginning: He was younger than me, seven years! I used have relationships with old guys, but I always felt that miss something. Everything I passed, I mean talking about love relation, was nothing until that night. I mean, everything till now, doesn’t make sense anymore!

We danced all night. We kissed each other, but we didn’t know names… we laughed a lot about it. I realized my friend disappeared! He had gone. He left me there! I was very angry. It was too late and I didn’t know how to come back home. Tafari invited me to go home, his home! I never did it in my life: I just met him. I didn’t know anything about him. I was afraid, but the place was almost closed. He introduced me a friend of him: Sacha, a friend that came from Holland. We became very good friends after all. We left.

At home, I didn’t sleep, I remember. I was so nervous and thought: at first sunshine, I go! But I needed do something until sunshine. Well, I do my best: I talked! We talked a lot, about a lot of things and I felt calm. I gave him my telephone number, but I didn’t wait for a call. Sincerely. But, the day after, he called me

For three months I thought I was living a special dream. We traveled to Arembepe, we cooked one to another, we danced, we had discussion – of course –, we went to cinema and saw Casablanca, we saw football games. We talked a lot about job, family, way of life of black people here and in USA. We discovered common projects.

The day he came back to United States, was one of very sad days in my life. I can’t explain what I felt. I remember a neighbor of him talking me: “I saw everything of my window. Don’t worry, he will come back. He really likes you, it´s a true felling, daughter!” I just cried!

Yes neighbor, you´re right! He´s coming… it´s incredible! I am a little bit afraid. Three years has passed. We kept in touch all this time, talking, taking care, supporting, but I feel nervous, very anxious. Only a week on May, oh God. I don’t know how will be this meeting, cause he will be studying, but I am so unexplained happy just to be next him one more time.

I guess everything about us is special, but one thing makes difference: we became great friends first of all. After this, we are lovers, partners, a passion man, a passion woman, forever!

Tafari, Sacha and me in his "good-bye party"