Holding-breath diving

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. 

Ronjenje na dah

Ronjenje na dah

yves mi je poslao sms: 
jedna me talijanka već treći dan gleda pod vodom. 
i ja gledam nju. dolje smo goli i sami. gore se ne poznajemo. 
rekao sam mu, u našem svakodnevnom slengu: 
bi kul! stej vel! nakon toga je, po podacima iz sljedeće poruke, 
ponovno zaronio, jer “je dolje mirno i neponovljivo lijepo”. 
razumio sam njegov vapaj, na drugoj, udaljenoj obali. 
zatim sam zaronio u orijentalne priče marguerite yourcenar: 
otputovao u kinu, pa u kotor, dubrovnik, pa opet izronio 
melankolično, makar to više ni približno nije u modi. 
vidio sam nekoliko talijanki, četiri čehinje i sedam tustih mađarica. 
vidio sam suncobran koji se vrpoljio u ritmu tijela, 
vidio sam i jedne modre, neumorne i preduboke oči: 
htio sam u sebi zatomiti strast za ronjenjem, ali nisam 
mogao skinuti pogled, nisam mogao nataknuti sunčane naočale, 
uopće: nisam se mogao pomaknuti s mjesta u pijesku, 
u koji sam, staloženo i nijemo, tonuo i tonuo.