welcome to portugal of the mind on the first day of snow by the inland sea my dog played in this morning. and tonight i will watch another film of portugal i think called the eighth color of the rainbow. and also in my own private portugal, but i'm reading a book called ways to disappear, by idra novey, the translator of one of clarice lispector's books. 
i think people think there are either no coincidences or nothing but coincidences and maybe it's the same thing. 

 bird of portugal in my mind.