Breath-hold diving

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Breath-hold diving

The Color of the Bura, the Exuberance of Hair
The Island Sightseeing
Breath-Hold Diving
Dramatic Peaks on Fridays after the Fish in the Workplace Canteen
Foam of the Day
Basketball
Speedy
A Picture

yves sent me a message:
”a girl from italy watches me under water for the third day,
and i watch her. we are there, naked and alone. above we do not know
each other.” i replied, using our slang transcription:
”bi kul! stej vel!” after that, his next message said he had dived
again, “for it’s quiet and uniquely nice down there.” i understood
his cry of suffering at another, distant shore.
next i dived into marguerite yourcenar’s
”oriental stories”, went to china, kotor, dubrovnik, came up again,
melancholically, though now that’s way out of fashion.
i saw several italian, four czech, and seven pudgy hungarian girls.
i saw a sunshade restless like someone’s body.
i saw a pair of blue, anxious, deep-set eyes.
i wanted to suppress my passion for diving,
but couldn’t look away, or put on my sunglasses,
not at all: unable to move, i was sinking,
steadily and silently, in the sand.

08/18/2001

Translated by: Mario Suško

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