The Secret Poets Society | Cocktail Bar & Speakeasy in Chiado, Lisbon

Behind the door

Behind an unmarked door, a room of low light and long shelves. We pour with intention, read aloud on occasion, and never rush a glass. Every drink here is a poem someone wrote first.

Inside the bar

Guests talking over drinks in the vaulted back room

A red cocktail over ice on the burnt orange velvet of an armchair nook

Tonight's line

Kiss the air only
Christopher Okigbo

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A roe deer skull on the wall, its antlers cradling a coupe of pale foamed cocktail

Twelve poems, poured

Lágrimas de Portugal

Fernando Pessoa

“Tears of Portugal”

Bitter · Herbal · Sweet

Rum Diplomatico Planas, peach, Campari, kombu

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Ó mar salgado, quanto do teu sal

São lágrimas de Portugal!

Por te cruzarmos, quantas mães choraram,

Quantos filhos em vão rezaram!

Quantas noivas ficaram por casar

Para que fosses nosso, ó mar!

“O salt sea, how much of your salt is tears of Portugal! For our crossing you, how many mothers wept, how many sons prayed in vain! How many brides were left unmarried, so that you might be ours, O sea!”

Fernando Pessoa · Mar Português · Mensagem, 1934

Eu tenho em mim todos os sonhos do Mundo

Álvaro de Campos

“I have in me all the dreams of the World”

Fresh · Herbal · Sour

Aguardente, mandarine, olive branch, absinthe spray

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Não sou nada.

Nunca serei nada.

Não posso querer ser nada.

À parte isso, tenho em mim todos os sonhos do mundo.

“I am nothing. I shall never be anything. I cannot wish to be anything. Apart from that, I have in me all the dreams of the world.”

Álvaro de Campos · Tabacaria · 1928

III

A divina inveja

Bernardo Soares

“Divine envy”

Fruity · Vinic · Light

Vodka, crio-concentrated wine, grapes, honey and cheese

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Sempre que tenho uma sensação agradável em companhia de outros, invejo-lhes a parte que tiveram nessa sensação. Parece-me um impudor que eles sentissem o mesmo do que eu, que me devassassem a alma por intermédio da alma, unissonamente sentindo.

“Whenever I have an agreeable sensation in the company of others, I envy them the share they had in it. It seems an indecency that they should feel the same as I do, that they should lay my soul open by way of their own, feeling in unison with me.”

Bernardo Soares · A divina inveja · Livro do Desassossego

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