The sweet sound of silence still not declining

Amsterdam, 29 june 2014.

The sweet sound of silence only to be experienced at night during my nocturnal periods of rest in dank and dark forests so many years ago when cycling was my big thing, far away and solidary, nature all around me and nobody to bother me but real Mother Nature all over my inmortal soul, Nit Noi D'Argent but plenty of happiness in the Gringo Cabeza....

No sounds of silence but the rumourous expectation of Hup Holland Hup minutes before the match of all matches, hurry hurry on the way to Stef's place, a couple of millions of good old dough with 4000 hard Euros rent paid by the wife's company, great garden and Beaucoup De Famille all ready for the big Mexicana beat-up on the sportive field of soccer, Copa Mundial keeping my fellow country folk on the top of their chairs, inherent football speech on the tip of their tongue, expectations and hope failing but the outlet is always there in the games of chance encounters...

plenty of riches around me but only Paul - I always think of as Mister Porn but Mister Soccer when we watch this game - and Stef the Cool One have any knowledge of the real thing, outbursts of denied disappointment and High Fives bring Holland closer to the Final state of extasy...

Maybe I should feel happy surrounded by the presence of friends, doing social stuff like watching football and  the exchance of High Fives with Amigos newly found but the sweet sound of cycling silence is still not declining in the gray brain mass of my Farang skull....