wtorek, 4 czerwca 2013


*SAMEBODY WHO SUCCED IN SAMETHING*


But who was Pessoa?

Fernando Pessoa was one of these writers who dedicated all his life to his work. He worked as an official, he didn't have much friends and he had just one love (and he wrote to her that literature was the only thing that was important for him). To be honest, his existence was quite boring. However, if he didn't succed in life, he succed in art. He triumphed over his social defeat and became popular all over the word (unfortunatelly, the great deal of his writings was published after he died). However, he achieve the tops of literature. Nowadays everybody who visits Lisbon takes a photo with his natural size sculpture in front of Brasileira (a café where he probably used to spend his time) and his fame flourishes in the lights of cameras.




niedziela, 2 czerwca 2013


Once upon a time when I was travelling by train, I had very interesting meeting. I was looking for my friend that was already sitting down in the compartment. It was quite crowdy: a lot of football supporters were going for a game. My friend was in a compartment with two guys with scarfs in national colours, in special T-shirts and drinking beer (supporters, not my friend). I appeared holding a book in my hand. I said hallo to Camila and then one of this guys asked me about the book. I don't have a habit to judge peoples during firts meeting. However, what I could thought... But I just gently said the name of the writer and the tittle of the book and I turned back to Camila. But the guy wanted to continue our conversation and he answered 'this one, I don't know'. Obviously. And then It was a portuguese writer, not very famous one. But then he added: 'but if you like portuguese litterature, I reccomend you Fernando Pessoa'. I was so schocked that I couldn't close my mouth. How he could know Pessoa? His quite famous as a writer but.. I looked on Camila: as schocked as me. Then another guy (a friend of the first one, following sleep with a beer in his hand) that obviously needed to notice my open mouth, said to me: 'What? With national T-shirt, it needs to be an idiot?' I said that NO. Of course, no. And I closed my mouth. And we started to talk about Gombrowicz, Pilch... Both of them have really amazing knowledge. After a while, my astonishment was replaced by admiration. What a lesson!