The Night

I am passionately fond of the night. I love it, in the same way that men love their country or their mistress. I love it with everyone of my senses. In nights I feel myself in the depths of my innermost being , in those depths where we hide the painful secrets , the shameful secrets. I am going to tell you about it , exactly what happenes , without attempting to explain , I can't explain it , unless I happened to be mad. So often one come across people for whom the destruction of life is a physical pleasure. Create and destroy !! These two words sum up the history of every universe. The desire to create and the urge to destroy , intoxicate me like wine . The night noticed this , looked at me , then rushed up and flungs her arms around me and takes me to the state of ecstasy.