Tag: Fernando Pessoa

  • A Brasileira Cafe-Bar

    Situated on Rua Garrett right outside the Baixa-Chiado metro station is one of Lisbon’s oldest and most loved cafes.

    Inside the cafe it is opulent and olde worlde. Originally opened in 1905, the cafe is highly decorated in Art Deco style and has been a favourite haunt of poets, writers and artists across the decades. Mirrors run along the walls and a huge oak bar runs right along one side. Look up to see the beautiful ceiling with it’s huge chandeliers. There are wooden booths where you can sit inside or alternatively pick one of the many (and very popular) tables outside with their huge orange umbrellas. The locals know better than to try to get a seat and will stand by the bar drinking their Bica instead. Bica was invented here and it is basically a small strong black coffee like espresso. I generally think of it as rocket fuel!

    Cafe Brasileira
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    Many people visit here to be photographed with the bronze statue of Fernando Pessoa whose life-size image relaxes just outside the cafe. There is even a small chair incorporated into the sculpture where tourists can sit pretending to be deep in conversation with the great man – or high on absinthe – take your pick 😉

    The cafe sells a variety of snacks such as sandwiches and does a fabulous pastel de nata amongst other sweet delights. I tended to favour a galão which is a tall milky coffee served in a glass.

    Cafe Brasileira
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    The staff are snappily dressed and quick but with the exception of one waiter who was always very polite and smiled, some of the staff are rather curt to say the least. I noticed a sign was hung over the toilets every day I went there “closed for cleaning” but discovered this seemed to be there to stop people just using them without actually purchasing from the cafe. When I decided to pluck up courage and ask if I could use the toilets, they indicated no problem.

    Despite the grouchy service, I rather like A Brasileira and find it an enjoyable spot to sit in the early mornings. The whole of the street is pedestrianised and it’s good to just sit and watch the world go by. Aside from the many obvious tourists, locals still come here too. I watched a Portuguese family encourage their little boy to pose with Pessoa, an elderly gentleman reading the paper and a hippy girl who had found possibly one of the cutest dogs I’ve ever seen and was trying to find the owner. As I watched her feed the pup a few mouthfuls of pastry, I figured that he might just have found himself a new home with her.

    Fernando Pessoa Statue
    © ILWL

    Due to its enormous popularity, the prices are noticably higher here – 5 euro’s for a coffee and pastel de nata (circa 2008), but I guess that is to be expected. Opened originally as the place to go for a real Brazilian coffee they have kept their reputation for excellent coffee. Looking at the array of bottles behind the bar, I’m imagining that night-time drinking isn’t bad either.

    Whilst Brasileira is sometimes impossibly busy, if you can find the right moment it is an iconic place to visit when you are in Lisbon. Find a seat, order a bica and take out your pen and paper. Inspiration is sure to follow…

     


  • Fernando Pessoa – A Poem

    I’m currently reading The Surprise of Being which is a collection of poems by Fernando Pessoa. I wasn’t sure what to expect and I am ashamed to say it’s been a good few years since I settled down to read some poetry. During my degree years, my favourite writers were the romantics: Wordsworth, Shelley and Blake. I like poetry that makes me think and which has an edge of darkness to it.

    This collection of Pessoa’s work seems to me to paint a picture of someone who spent much of his life questioning who he was and what others thought him to be. There is certainly the element of the ‘suffering poet’ etched within his words. That said, I cannot possibly think of him as ‘miserable’ because there are such flashes of inspiration and delicate beauty. There is sadness and perhaps a hint of saudade. Reading Pessoa is like walking into another’s dream and seeing the landscape they built with their thoughts, only to watch it shift into a place you almost recognise. It’s like deju-vu on a rainy day and curiously recognising a stranger.

    Here is my favourite poem so far: –

    O que me dói não é
    O que há no coração
    Mas essas coisas lindas
    Que nunca existirão…

    São as formas sem forma
    Que passam sem que a dor
    As possa conhecer
    Ou as sonhar o amor.

    São como se a tristeza
    Fosse árvore e uma a uma,
    Caíssem suas folhas
    Entre o vestígio e a bruma

    ***

    What hurts me is not
    What is in the heart
    But those beautiful things
    Which will never be.

    They are the forms without form
    That go by without pain
    Being able to know
    Or love to dream them

    They are as if sadness
    Were a tree and one by one,
    Its leaves were falling
    Between the trace and the mist.