I like to walk in the streets alone at nights.I go down one street cross over and go along another.The houses are all lighted.There are fires burning.People are sitting in the houses :men women and children.Houses are like people.The houses have faces.The windows are eyes.Some houses smile at you others frown.There are some houses that are always dark.people in them go early to bed.You hear no laughter from such houses no one sings.I know houses that always seem to whisper to me.There are secrets hidden in such houses.They ask you not to disturb them.Many are one thing inside their house and another in the street.Sometimes the secrets hidden away behind the walls of houses are simply sad but sometimes they are exciting too.Therea re evenings when I walk and see houses that all seem to be whispering to me.They are trying to tell me what I cannot understand.I go past a dozen houses two dozen.They are glad houses where all the doors seem ready to open quicly.Some houses shout to me :"Come in!". traducere