I was born by Nikola's Gelo
at three in the early morning of Agios Spyridon.
December twelve, cold rain and rain
it rained incessantly from early in the evening.
And they sent Stefanis and the barba Nikos
to go to my father and tell him in Porto.
He was playing cards with the other pokers
and he came much later to meet me.
I did not have enough suffering, that I came to this world
so early in the morning and suddenly in so much turmoil,
my brother was crying and shouting for me to leave
and to return from there, where I came so bonora.
However, I was held back but I was writing in tears
until I was one and a half years old and lowered.
And they wore my chinto like a belt early on
to push and get the hollow in my man.
(Later, Dr. Swartz found it in his forties
and tell me in a slow voice, to have surgery.)
Barefoot and weak I grew up in the Trees
chased like a bird, scratched and sad.
Everyone was chasing me and everyone was weighing me down
but when I grew up I understood why.
Because I was anxious, bad and naughty
old and old I teased… young, old, everyone.
Even in the Church, I teased Koutsouris
which also had a rod for the children when they spoke,
and he took them to the cell and there he felt them
and some were praying them without god trembling.
One day he came to our house with a big stick
shouting at my Mother, she must bore me,
but the Mother is more cunning than Papa Koutsouri
who knew a lot about him, hid me in the attic.
The years passed quickly, the yard did not fit me
what I had learned reached somewhere else to go.
And my mother used to tell me that I was a sa'i
and I should have found schools elsewhere.
So I stopped in my tracks to go
and to learn things that the School does not say.
In Aegina I was sent to the Governor's school
and I learned five letters and a little more.
But even there I did not land, I was drowned by hunting
the beautiful sleek ones I always preferred.
And so I kicked her and came to New York
small pale and penniless, work the next day.
Forty years passed as if it were a week
and I still did not understand what I had been doing for so many years.
Today I sat down early and started counting
the years that have passed and they have become Bordeaux,
in my body and in my soul and in my white hair
and on my huge breasts that fatigue was embroidering.
Decades beautiful, hard and educated
in a turn that forever etched my mind.
And I stayed here to forget, but also to wander
in the world the fire and in May the dizziness… ..
And yet I am still here ………………………. !!!
KOSTAS D. KATECHIS KANATAS
at three in the early morning of Agios Spyridon.
December twelve, cold rain and rain
it rained incessantly from early in the evening.
And they sent Stefanis and the barba Nikos
to go to my father and tell him in Porto.
He was playing cards with the other pokers
and he came much later to meet me.
I did not have enough suffering, that I came to this world
so early in the morning and suddenly in so much turmoil,
my brother was crying and shouting for me to leave
and to return from there, where I came so bonora.
However, I was held back but I was writing in tears
until I was one and a half years old and lowered.
And they wore my chinto like a belt early on
to push and get the hollow in my man.
(Later, Dr. Swartz found it in his forties
and tell me in a slow voice, to have surgery.)
Barefoot and weak I grew up in the Trees
chased like a bird, scratched and sad.
Everyone was chasing me and everyone was weighing me down
but when I grew up I understood why.
Because I was anxious, bad and naughty
old and old I teased… young, old, everyone.
Even in the Church, I teased Koutsouris
which also had a rod for the children when they spoke,
and he took them to the cell and there he felt them
and some were praying them without god trembling.
One day he came to our house with a big stick
shouting at my Mother, she must bore me,
but the Mother is more cunning than Papa Koutsouri
who knew a lot about him, hid me in the attic.
The years passed quickly, the yard did not fit me
what I had learned reached somewhere else to go.
And my mother used to tell me that I was a sa'i
and I should have found schools elsewhere.
So I stopped in my tracks to go
and to learn things that the School does not say.
In Aegina I was sent to the Governor's school
and I learned five letters and a little more.
But even there I did not land, I was drowned by hunting
the beautiful sleek ones I always preferred.
And so I kicked her and came to New York
small pale and penniless, work the next day.
Forty years passed as if it were a week
and I still did not understand what I had been doing for so many years.
Today I sat down early and started counting
the years that have passed and they have become Bordeaux,
in my body and in my soul and in my white hair
and on my huge breasts that fatigue was embroidering.
Decades beautiful, hard and educated
in a turn that forever etched my mind.
And I stayed here to forget, but also to wander
in the world the fire and in May the dizziness… ..
And yet I am still here ………………………. !!!
KOSTAS D. KATECHIS KANATAS
