Magic Nights

More than a year ago I do not know anything about you, more than a year that I do not see you sailing the skies of the arctic, more than a year that I do not see you dancing, performing impossible shapes, arising from nowhere, giving away unique and unrepeatable moments , being reflected in my retina, in my sensor, in my memory; but there is something that I have clear, and is that you have not stopped calling, and I will accept the call again; it takes less time to put my camera back in front of you that makes me not see you.