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branches. From my vantage
point I watched ordinary life,
the secret life beneath the
town’s park, by the side of
the asphalt road that Kosta
went down into the history of
the night, marshalling clouds
and elusory celestial bodies.
Apart from the enticing
female hips, the sea was
peaceful, with no waves and
agitation. Past and future
was all the same. O people,
flow like you are water! I was
terribly afraid of death, but
wherever I looked it was not
to be seen.
Growing with the Plants
A
summer
shower
caught
me
behind the main
grandstand of the fc Meteor
stadium as I walked briskly
along the gravel path to go
swimming at Ajak, where an
arm of the Una passed under
a small bridge of creosoted
railway sleepers to join the
Krušnica. We used to swim
in the greenhole in front of
the bridge, while the central
sleepers of the bridge were
reserved for sunbathing.
Further downstream the
water was alive with chubs
andbrown trout.Once I nearly
drowned in that greenhole,
and, strangely enough, that
early brush with death only
reinforced my love of the
water.
Cumulonimbus
clouds,
swollen
with
moisture,
drifted swiftly across the sky
like in a speeded-up sequence
of a documentary on the