I
Lágrimas de Portugal
15
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
II
Eu tenho em mim todos os sonhos do Mundo
13
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
12
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
IV
Colhe o dia
12
Ricardo Reis
“Harvest the day”
Rich · Explosive · Savory · Sweet
Cassis, mustard, fig leaf, sparkling wine
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Perene flui a interminável hora
Que nos confessa nulos. No mesmo hausto
Em que vivemos, morreremos. Colhe
O dia, porque és ele.
“The unending hour flows on, perennial, and confesses us null. In the same breath in which we live, we shall die. Harvest the day, because you are it.”
Ricardo Reis · Odes
V
Fogo que arde sem se ver
13
Luís de Camões
“Fire that burns unseen”
Fruity · Umami
Gin Mare, coconut, raspberries, shiitake mushrooms
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Amor é um fogo que arde sem se ver;
é ferida que dói e não se sente;
é um contentamento descontente;
é dor que desatina sem doer.
“Love is a fire that burns unseen; a wound that aches and is not felt; a contentment discontented; a pain that rages without hurting.”
Luís de Camões · Soneto · Rimas, 1595
VI
Este sueño de ahora
14
Luisa del Valle
“This dream of now”
Fresh · Fruity · Spiced · Sour
Vodka, curry, passion fruit, yogurt
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Este sueño de ahora...
durará lo que dura
un florecer de rosas.
Yo bien lo sé, y sonrío
“This dream of now will last as long as a flowering of roses lasts. I know it well, and I smile.”
Luisa del Valle · ¿Y mañana?...
VII
I hear America singing
14,5
Walt Whitman
Bold · Nutty · Slightly Bitter
Woodford Reserve Bourbon, peanut, coffee beans
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I hear America singing, the varied carols I hear,
Those of mechanics, each one singing his as it should be blithe and strong,
The carpenter singing his as he measures his plank or beam,
The mason singing his as he makes ready for work, or leaves off work,
Walt Whitman · I Hear America Singing · Leaves of Grass, 1860
VIII
Oh consciencia, pienso si
14
César Vallejo
“Oh conscience, I think yes”
Elegant · Fruity · Slightly dry · Fresh
Pisco, apricot, shiso
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Oh Conciencia,
pienso, sí, en el bruto libre
que goza donde quiere, donde puede.
Oh, escándalo de miel de los crepúsculos.
Oh estruendo mudo.
¡Odumodneutse!
“Oh Conscience, I think, yes, of the free brute that takes its pleasure where it wants, where it can. Oh scandal of honey at dusk. Oh mute uproar — and the last line is those two words written backwards.”
César Vallejo · Trilce XIII · 1922
IX
La chair des pommes sûres
15
Arthur Rimbaud
“The flesh of sour apples”
Bitter · Buttery · Slightly Fresh
Calvados, mint, butter, amaro
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Plus douce qu'aux enfants la chair des pommes sures,
L'eau verte pénétra ma coque de sapin
Et des taches de vins bleus et des vomissures
Me lava, dispersant gouvernail et grappin.
“Sweeter to me than the flesh of sour apples is to children, the green water seeped through my pinewood hull and washed me of blue wine stains and of vomit, carrying off rudder and grapnel.”
Arthur Rimbaud · Le Bateau ivre · 1871
X
Nic dwa razy
14
Wislawa Szymborska
“Nothing twice”
Sweet · Savory · Boozy
Vodka, corn, white chocolate
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Nic dwa razy się nie zdarza
i nie zdarzy. Z tej przyczyny
zrodziliśmy się bez wprawy
i pomrzemy bez rutyny.
“Nothing happens twice, and nothing will. For that reason we were born without practice and we will die without routine.”
Wislawa Szymborska · Nic dwa razy · Wołanie do Yeti, 1957
XI
Cultivate a quiet joy
14
Kenji Miyazawa
Light · Fruity · Slightly Dry
Sake, jack fruit, plums
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Be strong in body.
Unfettered by desire.
Not enticed to anger.
Cultivate a quiet joy.
Count yourself last in everything.
Put others before you.
Kenji Miyazawa · Ame ni mo Makezu · 1931 · tr. David Sulz
XII
Kiss the air only
15
Christopher Okigbo
Bold · Sweet · Fruity · Electric
Rum Diplomatico Planas & Reserva, tamarind, Sechuan pepper, pear, cocoa
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The moon has ascended between us,
Between two pines
That bow to each other;
Love with the moon has ascended
Has fed on our solitary stems;
And we are now shadows
That cling to each other,
But kiss the air only
Christopher Okigbo · Love Apart
