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Chakras

Posted on Sep 6, 2023Sep 5, 2023 by Colin Lusk

After looking at that Da Weasel rap the other day, I thought maybe I’d try another so here we are. I returned to this video which I mentioned in passing a year or so ago. I thought the song was called Classe Crua, but Classe Crua is the name of the band, which is composed of Sam the Kid (he’s the white guy) and Beware Jack (tall hair). This song has a “feat” on it – with a guy called Chullage (woolly hat, big beard) (feat is short for “featuring”). Chullage is a form of Chulagem, the quality of being a Chulo: a pimp or a vulgar person.

It’s a challenging translation. It’s got crioula, french, english and street slang all the way through it, mixed together like a big old liguistic stew.

Portuguese	English
Marés Frias, vento Forte, balançam o meu suporte Mas ganho equilíbrio na balança! Já não escrevo só reporto fotografias no meu bloco Imagens são a melhor referência Bad feeling não me move Só balança o meu suporte O beat entra, o flow cospe O beat entra, o flow cospe O beat entra, o flow cospe	Cold seas, strong wind, shakes the ground I’m standing on But I gain stability from the instability I don’t write, I only report photographs of my block Images are the best reference Bad feeling doesn’t move me Just shakes the ground I’m standing on The beat enters, the flow spits The beat enters, the flow spits The beat enters, the flow spits
Velho mar, barcos novos, velhos jogos, novos modos Velho passaporte, novo avião, nova escala Velho mapa, novas rotas Dou a volta ganho pernas como centopeias Descansa, tenho o nirvana nas veias Tiro-te as teimas, a cena é phat como Baleias Palavras bem usadas são uma Uzi, uma arma Calma, a nova expressão apaga o velho trauma São chagas da nossa Aura, mágoas da nossa alma Chakras do nosso karma Não há vivalma Que fique indiferente e se ficarem indiferentes Dá-me tempo “deixa-me rir” como o Jorge Palma O Sociólogo da nova escola, com a velha guarda A criar modas por aí a fora Com a velha fórmula na nova montra Keep it real p’ra zona aos que trocam sprints por maratonas	Old sea, new boats, old games, new styles Old passport, new plane, new scale Old map, new routes I go far a walk I get legs like centipedes Chill, I have nirvana in my veins I’ll take away your stubbornness, the scene is phat like whales Well used words, I’m an uzi, a weapon Calm down,the new expression wipes out the old trauma They are wounds on our aura, injuries on our soul Chakras of our karma There’s no living soul That will be indifferent, and if they’re indifferent Give me time, “let me laugh” like Jorge Palma* The sociologist of the new school with the old guard Creating methods out there With the old formula in the new shopfront Keep it real in the sone for people who swap sprints for marathons
Marés Frias, vento Forte, balançam o meu suporte Mas ganho equilíbrio na balança! Já não escrevo só reporto fotografias no meu bloco Imagens são a melhor referência Bad feeling não me move Só balança o meu suporte O beat entra, o flow cospe O beat entra, o flow cospe O beat entra, o flow cospe	Cold seas, strong wind, shakes the ground I’m standing on But I gain stability from the instability I don’t write, I only report photographs of my block Images are the best reference Bad feeling doesn’t move me Just shakes the ground I’m standing on The beat enters, the flow spits The beat enters, the flow spits The beat enters, the flow spits
Beware! I wanna be there Onde toda a gente é gente, e o que é bom é freeware Mas buéda gente ’tá a ver magenta, a follow the líder Buéda gente vive à tangente A swallow o que houver Nhãs* brodas usam a cabeça só p’ra por new wear E dizem-me “Chullage é uma new era” (Chulagi dja bu era) Deixam links, fazem clicks Bebem pink, fazem pics E mandam comments ‘Pa que te piques e o views atinjam peaks Na broda, been there Coolest monkeys in da jungle HM ou Pull And Bear Broda couldn’t bear Muita câmara Muito filtro, muito share, muito flair Tanto fait-divers** Teresa May ou Tony Blair Same old same old, nique sa mere* Novos governos, mesmo xaxos** Novos alunos, as mesmas praxes Novos beats, os mesmos baixos Novos mc’s os memo chachos*** Tudo a tentar o encaixe Mas já nada sai da caixa Tudo tão aprumado que parece tudo Tão saído do terceiro Reich Versos controversos ‘Pa poder dar nas views Essa medalha tem reverso Tudo o mesmo point of view Buéda flow mas não é diverso Trágico como em Lampedusa Brodas acabam imersos Há uma festa no terraço Duma casa sem alicerces Fuck’em Fecho a matraca****** E alinho os chakras Escrevo linhas sacras Cansado de tantos wankers Galinhas e bácoras Meu pensamento entra no train A curtir Coltrane E mando rimas só por treino Giants steps A love supreme Estou fora do frame Ponho os fones, subo o gain, expulso o pain E mando um grito Tenho buéda fantasmas e por eles não tenho escrito Tens buéda fantasmas daqueles que te têm escrito Estás tipo Mc’Donalds Já vens da América feito Aqui só foste frito Digo o que sinto Novo ou proscrito E não preciso de ser seguido nem subscrito Já não rappo Só vomito Nunca omito Meu commitment Quando debito Foda-se Sam granda beat Foda-se Beware obrigado pelo convite!	Beware I wanna be there Where everybody is us and what’s good is freeware But a lot of people are seeing magenta to follow the leader A lot of people live at a tangent And swallow whatever there is And the brothers only use their heads to put on new wear And they tell me, “Chullage, it’s a new era” (Chulagi dja bu era) They post links, they make clicks They drink pink, they take pics Why do you bite, and your views hit peaks No brother, been there Coolest monkey in the jungle H+M or Pull and Bear Brother couldn’t bear Lots of camera Lots of filters, lots of shares, lots of flair Lots of other stuff Teresa May and Tony Blair Same old same old. fuck their mother New governments, same assholes New students, same hazing rituals New bears, same baselines New MCs, same guys Everything trying to fit in But now nothing gets outside the box Everything is so polished it all seems To have come from the Third Reich Controversial verses To be able to get views This medal has another side All from the same point of view Lots of flow, but it isn’t diverse Tragic like in Lampedusa Brothers end up immersed There’s a party on the terrace Of a house with no foundations Fuck ’em I’m shutting my mouth And aligning my chakras I write sacred lines Tired of so many wankers Chickens and piglets My thought gets on the train Enjoying Coltrane And rap some rhymes just for practice Giant Steps A Love Supreme I’m outside the frame I put on my headphones, turn up the gain, expel the pain And I let out a scream I have so many ghosts and because of them, I haven’t written You have so many ghosts the kind that write you You’re like McDonalds You came from America, ready made You were fried here I say what I feel New or forbidden And I don’t need to be followed or subscribed I don’t rap I just vomit I don’t omit Mu commitment When I debit Fuck it, Sam, great beat Fuck it, Beware, thanks for the invitation
[Refrão: Beware Jack] Marés Frias, vento Forte, balançam o meu suporte Mas ganho equilíbrio na balança! Já não escrevo só reporto fotografias no meu bloco Imagens são a melhor referência Bad feeling não me move Só balança o meu suporte O beat entra, o flow cospe O beat entra, o flow cospe O beat entra, o flow cospe	[Refrain by Beware jack] Cold seas, strong wind, shakes the ground I’m standing on But I gain stability from the instability I don’t write, I only report photographs of my block Images are the best reference Bad feeling doesn’t move me Just shakes the ground I’m standing on The beat enters, the flow spits The beat enters, the flow spits The beat enters, the flow spits

* Reference to this song

** Lots of english in this verb, but lots of slang too. Buéda gente seems to be “bué da gente. Bué is slang derived from africa. I think it’s maybe not that new. I think bué fixe (“very cool” dates back a while, but bué is generally a reinforcer so it indicates a lot of something or very much something

***Crioulo Cabo Verdiano – short for minhas/meus

**** Dammit, this is french!!!

***** Dammit, so is this!

******Not sure abot this one but basing it on this.

********Seems to be short for the spanish word “muchachos”

********This word can have a lot of meanings. I’m assuming he’s talking about his mouth since none of the other options make much sense.

English

1 Day of Summer

Posted on Aug 2, 2023Aug 6, 2023 by Colin Lusk

I had one of those moments on social media where I see something I don’t really understand and I have to go off and unravel the mystery and learn something along the way. It started with this Instagram post from Cinema São Jorge:

I guessed the origin, although I haven’t seen it for years. It’s from the pinnacle of the Manic Pixie Dream Girl movie era, 500 Days of Summer:

And I guess they’re excited because it was July the 31st, the day Quim Barreiros, accordionist and master of Música Pimba has decreed to be the best day to get married. Why? Because “depois entra agosto” (then comes August). It’s explained in this Sapo article but they’re not explaining it quite well enough for a non-native, so let me unravel the pun in all its corny glory.

“A gosto” is used in recipes in the way “to taste” is used in English recipes. Season to taste =Temperar a gosto, or you could just have “(a gosto)” in place of a specific quantity after the name of the ingredient (see this absolutely disgusting recipe, for example), meaning as much or as little as you like. So when he says “depois entra a gosto”, he’s just saying after you get married you can enter (nudge, nudge, wink, wink) whenever you please.

English

Os ricos são foleiros

Posted on Jul 25, 2023Jul 25, 2023 by Colin Lusk

I came across this quotation by Adília Lopes in a video discussion between Bruno Nogueira, Miguel Esteves Cardoso And Rita Blanco (respectively, a comedian, a journalist/writer and an actress). It’s from a book called Bandolim and I’m not sure but I think it might be a whole poem. “Os ricos são foleiros”. I didn’t recognise the word “foleiro”, which is why I started looking at it more closely. A foleiro is someone who makes or sells “foles”. What is a fole? A leather bag, a device for squeezing air into an organ, a bellows, the bag part of a bagpipe (“gaita-de-foles”) or the interior of an accordion… You get the idea. It’s windy. But foleiro, informally, can also mean ordinary, bad quality, shabby, corny… that kind of thing. It’s the fourth definition in priberam.

So the general gist of the ‘poem’ is that the rich are corny, uninteresting and not really worthy of admiration; they just know about money. Well, I can’t argue. Like all extremely true things, it isn’t true, or at least not always but it feels like a good, satisfying, sweeping generalisation and if you’ve ever spent any time reading the twitter feeds of certain silicon valley gazillionaires you’ll know what she’s driving at.

English, Portuguese

Povo que Lavas No Rio

Posted on Jul 3, 2023Jul 3, 2023 by Colin Lusk

Translation time! This one is a classic fado, which is mentioned in the book I reviewed the day before yesterday. It also gives us some insight into the Portuguese language’s radical commitment to singular verb endings for collective nouns. The video is majestic and well worth watching, even with the sound off, for the glances between the guitarist and the guy on the guitarra portuguesa. I’d love to know what was going on between them. The song itself is written by Amália but it is really more of an adaptation of a longer poem called “Povo” by Pedro Homem de Mello.

First of all, I think we’re meant to envision people washing their clothes in the river, rather than skinnydipping, in case that’s not obvious! But let’s focus in on how she refers to the noun “povo” here. I’ve highlighted the relevant words in the first verse. As you can se, she’s addressing the “povo” (the people – especially the simple, common people) as “Tu”. In other words, she’s addressing them all, collectively, using the form normally reserved for one singular person who’s familiar to the speaker.

This was really jarring to me. Of course, it’s not that hard to find people referring to “a gente” using third person singular pronouns – I wrote about this a couple of months back – and the portuguese generally take a firmer line on treating the collective as one singular entity (as opposed to using words like eles/them) than we would in english. But to see her speaking directly to the people like this and just address the whoel population like it was her little sister is quite a cultural leap, at least for me.

Povo que lavas no rio	People who wash in the river
Povo que lavas no rio Que talhas com teu machado As tábuas do meu caixão Povo que lavas no rio Que talhas com teu machado As tábuas do meu caixão Pode** haver quem te defenda Que compre o teu chão sagrado Mas a tua vida não	People who wash in the river Who cut with your axe The boards for my coffin* People who wash in the river Who cut with your axe The boards for my coffin There might be people who defend you Who buy your sacred land But not your life
Fui ter à mesa redonda Beber em malga que esconda Um beijo de mão em mão Fui ter à mesa redonda Beber em malga que esconda Um beijo de mão em mão Era o vinho que me deste Água pura, fruto agreste Mas a tua vida não	I ended up at the round table*** To drink from a bowl that hides A kiss from hand to hand I ended up at the round table To drink from a bowl that hides A kiss from hand to hand It was the wine you gave me Pure water, wild fruit But not your life
Aromas de urze e de lama Dormi com eles na cama Tive a mesma condição Aromas de urze e de lama Dormi com eles na cama Tive a mesma condição Povo, povo eu te pertenço Deste-me alturas de incenso Mas a tua vida não	Scents of heather and dirt I slept with them in the bed I was in the same condition. Scents of heather and dirt I slept with them in the bed I was in the same condition. People, people, I belong to you You gave me moments of incense**** But not your life
Ai, povo que lavas no rio Que talhas com teu machado As tábuas do meu caixão Povo que lavas no rio Que talhas com teu machado As tábuas do meu caixão Há-de haver quem te defenda Quem compre o teu chão sagrado Mas a tua vida não	People who wash in the river Who cut with your axe The boards for my coffin People who wash in the river Who cut with your axe The boards for my coffin There might be people who defend you Who buy your sacred land But not your life

*=Could this be more emo?

**=Some versionf oe the lyrics use “ha-de” in place of “pode” but this seems to be teh version she’s singing in the video above. I’m pretty sure the há-de version is taken from Dulce Pontes’ rendition.

***=What’s the word “ter” doing here? According to priberam “ir ter a” is a compound verb meaning the same as “ir dar a” or “ir parar a” – um… OK, I’m none the wiser… but according to the Guia Prático de Verbos Com Preposições, that means “terminar em” or “desembocar”. So basically, to lead to something, to end up at something. Hence “ended up at”

****=I must admit, I got confused about this since the incense reference seemed a bit random, and I was trying to make sense of it by looking at alternative meanings of that word. Figuratively, it can mean praise or subservience, but I think I was overthinking it because it looks like she’s just referring to the smells at the top of the verse. OK, right, that makes sense!

Portuguese

Colaboradores e Trabalhadores

Posted on May 13, 2023May 12, 2023 by Colin Lusk

Here’s an interesting thing I saw on Instagram and thought would be a good topic to talk about. It’s about the subtle difference of meaning between the portuguese word “colaborador” and the English equivalent “collaborator”. Thanks to Talures for the help with this one.

Uma amiga publicou uma foto da sua lapela com um distintivo que dizia

~~Colaborado~~r Trabalhador.

Não percebi o significado, porque o cognato inglês de “colaborador” é usado geralmente para traidores que colaboram* com os invasores que ocuparam o seu país nativo. Mas ela explicou e eu li uma página sobre o assunto. Colaborador é uma espécie de jargão corporativo. Algumas empresas nomeiam os empregados de colaboradores, porque trabalhador tem uma conotação de trabalho manual nas fábricas e nas quintas.

Mas há quem não goste da palavra, porque disfarça a relação entre empregador e empregado. Como a minha amiga disse “para fazer passar a ideia que os trabalhadores também são parte da empresa”.

Não é comigo, porque não trabalho numa empresa portuguesa, mas de forma geral, ainda que não goste destas gírias que crescem como um fungo nas reuniões de negócios, não acho assim tão problemático trabalhadores se sentirem parte da empresa – até certo ponto. Desde que a empresa não seja má.

*The corrector suggested changing this to past tense to match the verb later in the sentence but although I can see that’d normally be the right call, I don’t think I agree on this specific case. For example you could imagine a Ukrainian collaborating (present tense) with Russians who invaded (past tense) the country. As she pointed out, it’s probably better to avoid the ambiguity by making it simpler and eliminating the extra verb: “Pessoas que colaboram com os agressores do seu país” or something like that.

Não é colaborador,é trabalhador.
Não é dispensado,é despedido.
Não é rescisão amigável,é despedimento colectivo.
Não é lay-off,é lock-out.
Não é flexibilidade,é precariedade.
Não é adaptabilidade,é trabalho não pago.
Não é modernidade,é exploração.
Não é novilíngua, é ideologia. pic.twitter.com/qNIY0oMgom
— Lúcia Gomes (@gomesplucia1) July 11, 2022

I don’t have the image I was talking about but this gives you a flavour of the controversy!

English

Barco Negro

Posted on May 12, 2023May 10, 2023 by Colin Lusk

I’m pretty sure I’ve at least mentioned this song before because it’s so great, but I’ve never got around to doing a translation of it. Amália Rodrigues is an interesting character in her own right, and she’s had a huge influence on musicians, both traditional and avant-garde. This song is about a woman who’s lost her husband at sea and she’s sleeping on the beach waiting for him to come home and feeling like he’s still with her somehow even though everyone tells her its hopeless.

Thank you very much, Monsieur Trenet

Barco Negro (Black Boat)

Portuguese	English
De manhã, que medo que me achasses feia Acordei tremendo deitada na areia Mas logo os teus olhos disseram que não E o sol penetrou no meu coração Mas logo os teus olhos disseram que não E o sol penetrou no meu coração	In the morning, so scared that you’d find me ugly I woke up shaking, lying on the sand But then your eyes told me no And the sun penetrated my heart But then your eyes told me no And the sun penetrated my heart
Vi depois numa rocha uma cruz E o teu barco negro dançava na luz Vi teu braço acenando entre as velas já soltas Dizem as velhas da praia que não voltas	Then I saw a cross on a rock And your black boat was dancing in the light I saw your arm waving between the loose sails The old women at the beach say you’ll never come home
São loucas! São loucas! Eu sei meu amor, que nem chegaste a partir Pois tudo em meu redor me diz Que estás sempre comigo Eu sei, meu amor, que nem chegaste a partir Pois tudo em meu redor me diz Que estás sempre comigo	They’re crazy! They’re crazy! I know, my love that you never even left Because everything around me tells me That you’re always with me I know, my love that you never even left Because everything around me tells me That you’re always with me
No vento que lança areia nos vidros Na água que canta no fogo mortiço No calor do leito dos bancos vazios Dentro do meu peito estás sempre comigo No calor do leito dos bancos vazios Dentro do meu peito estás sempre comigo	In the wind that throws sand against the windows In the water that sings, in the dying fire In the bed of empty benches In my breast, you’re always with me In the bed of empty benches In my breast, you’re always with me
Eu sei, meu amor, que nem chegaste a partir Pois tudo em meu redor me diz Que estás sempre comigo Eu sei, meu amor, que nem chegaste a partir Pois tudo em meu redor me diz Que estás sempre comigo	I know, my love that you never even left Because everything around me tells me That you’re always with me I know, my love that you never even left Because everything around me tells me That you’re always with me

English

M.I.R.I.A.M: Orelha Negra, featuring Vhils

Posted on May 11, 2023May 9, 2023 by Colin Lusk

I posted a music video yesterday, and I’ve got a few more lined up. This one doesn’t really ave any lyrics though, so consider it a palate cleanser. Orelha Negra are portuguese band and they’ve put one of their chilled-out tracks over some footage of Vhils doing his craxy explosive artworks. I’ve talked about Vhils before a couple of times and I quite like the effect of combining the two art forms in one.

English

Açorda à Alentejana Latest

Posted on May 3, 2023May 9, 2023 by Colin Lusk

I had another go at making this “bread soup” and managed, I think, not to disgrace myself as badly as last time.

I followed a recipe on YouTube and I used some higher-quality bread. It was only sourdough so could have been better still, but it was better than the crappy bread I used last time. And I used slightly vinegary water from the egg poaching instead of chicken stock.

Verdict: 7/10. I liked it, anyway.

And here’s a bunch of lads singing about it. It’s a roundabout way of doing it but he’s actually pretty much singing the recipe. Lyrics here if (like me) you have trouble tuning in to what he’s saying.

Fiz mais uma tentativa de fazer açorda à alentejana. Desta vez, usei pão melhor e segui a receita rigorosamente. O resultado… Provavelmente não ficou perfeito mas não me senti envergonhado quando experimentei a primeira colherada.

English, Portuguese

Morena

Posted on Apr 18, 2023Apr 15, 2023 by Colin Lusk

I did a Tiago Bettencourt translation the other day, so let’s have a go at “Morena” too, not becaue it’s my favourite song of his, but because it has some nice guitar work.

Trigger Warning: Scrabble Crimes

OK, potentially controversial decision: I’m translating “Morena” as “Brunette”, because that’s the closest I can get to a literal translation. It’s not quite right though, for two reasons. Firstly, there’s a sense of the person’s skin being tanned or olive-toned as well as their hair being dark brown; and secondly, I think referring to women as blondes, brunettes, redheads has a slightly disrespectful tone in english (at least in some circles) and I think that’s less true in portuguese. That’s partly a linguistic thing: in Portuguese it’s more usual to use an adjective as a noun – for example “um inglês” not “um homem inglês” – and partly because we have a tendency to overthink things in the english-speaking world, especially a certain very large country situated a few hundred miles north of Brazil. Anyway, with that dislcaimer, let’s crack on.

Portuguese

English

Esta morena não sabe
O que o dia tem para lhe dar
Diz-me que tem namorado
Mas sem paixão no olhar
Tem um risinho pequeno
E que só dá de favor
Corpo com sede de quente
Mas que não sente calor
Mas que não sente calor

Esta morena não dança
Quando lhe mostro Jobim
Talvez não goste da letra
Talvez não goste de mim
Cabelo negro sem regra
Caindo em leve ombro nu
Feito de morno passado
E amor que nunca cegou
E amor que nunca cegou

Morena no fundo quer
Tempo para ser mulher
Morena não sabe bem
Mas eu no fundo sei
Que quando o véu lhe cai
Quando o calor lhe vem
Sempre que a noite quer
Sonha comigo também

Há sítios que ela não usa
Por não saber que estão cá
Há mares que ela não cruza
Por não ser eu a estar lá
É de mim que ela precisa
Para lhe dar o que não quer
Talvez lhe mostre caminhos
Onde se queira perder
Onde se queira perder

Esta morena não chora
Com um fado negro de Oulman
Nem com um poema de O’Neill
Na primeira luz da manhã
Sabe de tantos artistas
Canta-me letras de cor
Mas não lhe passam por dentro
Não lhes entende o sabor
Não lhes entende o sabor

Morena no fundo quer
Tempo para ser mulher
Morena não sabe bem
Mas eu no fundo sei
Que quando o véu lhe cai
Quando o calor lhe vem
Sempre que a noite quer
Sonha comigo também

Esta morena não corre
Quando a chamo para mim

This brunette doesn’t know
What the day has to give her
She tells me she has a boyfriend
But without any passion in her eyes
She has a little laugh
That she only gives as a favour
Body that thirsts for warmth
But doesn’t feel heat
But doesn’t feel heat

This brunette doesn’t dance
When I show her Jobim
Maybe she doesn’t like the lyrics
Maybe she doesn’t like me
Black, unruly hair
Falling on a light, naked shoulder
Made by boredom gone by
And love that never blinded her
And love that never blinded her

Deep down, the brunette wants
Time to be a woman
The brunette doesn’t really know
But deep down, I know
That when her veil falls
When the warmth comes back to her
Whenever the night chooses
She dreams of me* too.

There are places she doesn’t use
Because she doesn’t know they’re here
There are seas she doesn’t cross
Because I’m not there
It’s me she needs
To give her what she doesn’t want
Maybe I’ll show her paths
Where she wants to lose herself
Where she wants to lose herself

This brunette doesn’t cry
with the dark fado of Oulman
Nor with the poetry of O’Neill
In the first light of morning
She knows so many artists
She sings me lyrics by heart**
But they don’t get inside her
She doesn’t understand their flavour
She doesn’t understand their flavour

Deep down, the brunette wants
Time to be a woman
The brunette doesn’t really know
But deep down, I know
That when her veil falls
When the warmth comes back to her
Whenever the night chooses
She dreams of me too.

This brunette doesn’t run
When I call her to me

*= Remember “sonha comigo” might look like “dreams with me” – implying they are sleeping together – but it means “dreams of me”, which is a different kettle of fish! One of those instances where the use of prepositions can give you a slightly different mental image if you’re not careful.

**= Letras “de cor” sounds like it should mean colourful lyrics but there’s an older meaning of cor that is the same as coração, so it’s just like the english expression “knowing something by heart”

English

How Fernando Pessoa Saved Portugal

Posted on Apr 15, 2023Apr 15, 2023 by Colin Lusk

Yesterday’s post was about the strange case of Fernando Pessoa’s advertising slogan for Coca Cola in 1927. As I mentioned, there seem to be a few different perspectives on the motives of the people involved, but I don’t think the facts of the matter are in doubt.

Anyway, it turns out that there’s a short movie about the incident. It’s made by a French company but it’s in portuguese with English subtitles. Someone’s put it on Facebook. Hurry though, it might not be there forever. It’s a good length and very easy to follow, so I can recommend it even if your listening skills are underdeveloped.

The film has a slightly playful, surreal tone. The name of the drink os given as “Coca Louca” and it translates the slogan as “First you’re surprised, then you’re possessed”, then plays with that idea of possession by showing the minister for health convinced that the drink contains evil demons which need to be cast out by an exorcist with a bottle opener in the shape of a crucifix!

It also depicts the poet not as Pessoa himself but as Álvaro de Campos, one of the heteronyms, who appears in the film as a separate person, looking just like the man himself.

A still from the movie "Como Fernando Pessoa Salvou Portugal" — Fernando Pessoa Working Up a Thirst

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