The night back home, Jakarta's suburban, is somehow different from the night in other cities. Or maybe it's just me. Being poetic. This was written in 1996, on a beautiful night under the stars. (Jakarta, 1996.09.10) Madam Night I love Madam Night The stars and the lights are her servants I love Madam Night Cold, black curtains drop, calming the earth I love Madam Night The children laughing, playing hide and seek I love Madam Night Love is in the air, clasped in every joined hands I love Madam Night 'Cause Madam Night is love