morning thoughts

Morning Thoughts Sunday morning, heavy mist clings to the building the bay of Cascais is shrouded as a grief-striking widow inaudibly her sigh, but her eyes are still sea green Ten days ago, I made a prediction 19000 will die before Israel was sated of spilled blood, her primitive revenge speaks of Byzantine times Truly, Israel is a religious state The local news tells me in the last two years three hundred thousand Brazilians have immigrated to Portugal this without fanfare or disapproving remark from conservative politicians, perhaps they have yet to notice this influx, which I think is positive. Although Brazil and Portugal are Lucio-phonic, the incomers bring more color and wake up the staid Portugal often sinks into an abject sentimental Fado. The Portuguese premier is suspected of corruption, has resigned but will keep his job until a new election We suspect he will be found not guilty, although he might have had a hand in the till; other people lower in the political landscape will pay the price, but Portugal has a forgiving people, or forgetful, will see them in the assembly again In Alentejo, there are many men-choir like in Wales, a tradition to stand under a big Carvalho clicking stones together and sing what appears sorrowful tunes There are no Brazilians in Alentejo one wishes that some of them would come and bring music to the sad songs Otherwise, I like Alentejo; she has the best red wine in the world, and you can't top that. .