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I know it isn’t 1:15 am. In fact it’s 1:32 am, but I’m writing this in honour of Poli’s 1:15 am post that she wrote a few minutes ago.

It’s a “must read” short story and it’s in spanish (our mother tongue). I know that most of you maybe won’t understand the true feeling of it because you didn’t lived it. To me, it was a journey to my childhood and the great adventures that I had in it.

Since her story touched some of my most sensitive fibers (yes, I have some…), I’m going to translate the comments that I wrote to her:

From my room (my usual hacking place) I can hear a few more than 2 crickets outside of my window, all this sponsored by my mother who has converted this house into a jungle-forest…

Reading you, I can’t help but also transport myself to that place. So many adventures that we lived for many years, unfinishable to tell… Anybody would envy the childhood that we had. Really exciting! Even I finished writing a post in my blog, with that I confess you everything… hehehe

Thanks for distracting me although for a moment from my many and less exciting activities to remind me how very happy we were as children. I love you very much!

The pictures interspersed in this post are to enrich her story and to get some idea of what she wrote in it. This is the song that I was listening to while reading it, so the feelings got more next to my skin (want to hear/sing it? click here):

iron & wine – such great heights

i am thinking it’s a sign
that the freckles in our eyes
are mirror images and
when we kiss they’re perfectly aligned

and i have to speculate
that god himself did make us into
corresponding shapes like puzzles pieces
from the clay

true, it may seem like a stretch
but it’s thoughts like this
that catch my troubled head
when you’re away, when i am missing you to death

when you were out there on the road
for several weeks of shows
and when you scan the radio
i hope this song will guide you home

they will see us waving from such great heights
“come down now”, they’ll say
but everything looks perfect from far away
“come down now”, but we’ll stay

i’ve tried my best to leave
this all on your machine
but the persistent beat
sounded thin upon listening

that frankly will not fly
you will hear the shrillest highs
and lowest lows with the windows down
when this is guiding you home

they will see us waving from such great heights
“come down now”, they’ll say
but everything looks perfect from far away
“come down now”, but we’ll stay…