When the night closes
And we review in loneliness
The inventory that nominates
Our inner truth,
We are Atlantis and wave,
Deluge and olive tree,
Dove and ark,
Sphinx and secret,
Apple and Eve,
Serpent and Adam.
We go like surf artists
To be protagonists
Of the fantastic binomial
Of my story and your story
Told to the rhythm of jazz.
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