As big as the parties were wednesday, about our glorious victory in the Azores, as silent the equally important defeat passed by this night. No mentionings, no buzz, no messages, no alliance.
Nothing.
Silence.
Just the wind howling about what once was. Whistling in the ears, the stories of the North Sea people, once present on these beautiful islands. Telling the tales of strength and promisses, of war and joy, of beer and parties.
Will the peace doves finally land on the palm trees now? Or will it be just another chapter in an archipelago the whole world wants to possess?
Only the howling winds know.