It's inexplicable how the power of words can invade and make a home in a soul that burns when touched in the middle of the night. It's like allowing yourself to get wet in a downpour, where each drop runs not only through your body but also through your soul. It's like allowing yourself to feel the breeze on the edge of a precipice, but when you look at the horizon, you feel that life is beautiful and perfect. And in the early morning, you wonder who I am, where I am, and discover that all these answers are within you. And where I hide when I'm afraid of losing myself, it's always where I run when my body loses control and desires you. Have you ever heard the sound of the night? Have you ever heard it saying how much it contemplates you in your details? Do you know why? You are unique, and splendid and incredible, how the night admires you, even in a moment of extreme brightness, even while the moon illuminates your gaze and makes you the focus of all beauty. And that's why I hide in you, because in you the rain purifies me, my body burns, and the night observes me and contemplates my self in you.