Tasos Livaditis/translated by Manolis Aligizakis

Posted: 28/02/2017 by vequinox in Aligizakis Manolis, Art, Canadian greek Poet, Greek Canadian Poets, Greek National Literary Awards, Greek Poets, Literature
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Ένα βράδυ πήρα απ’ το τραπέζι τα δυο μισοτελειωμένα φορέμα-

τα και τ’ ακούμπησα στον καναπέ, η γυναίκα μου ήταν μια φτωχή

μοδίστρα, το πρωί “γιατί” μου λέει, “έκανες αυτήν την ακαταστα-

σία;” “Λάθος” της λέω “ίσα ίσα που συμμάζεψα λίγο το σπίτι”

“αλλά γιατί;” “μα θα ερχόταν κόσμος” της λέω “ποιος κόσμος;”

μου λέει με παράπονο — αφού δεν έρχεται ποτέ κανείς” “φτωχή

μου κοπέλλα είσαι τρελλή;” της λέω “κάθε βράδυ έρχεται πολύς

κόσμος” “εδώ σ’ εμάς;” έκανε και τα μάτια της έλαμψαν.

Από τότε άρχισε να μιλάει μόνη της τα βράδια, ώσπου τη βά-

λαμε στο άσυλο. Εγώ πήγα στης μητέρας μου, δε θυμάμαι πού —

γριά γυναίκα ήταν βλέπεις

κι είχε πεθάνει.






One night I took two unfinished dresses from the table and

put them on the couch my wife was a poor seamstress, in the morning

“why you created that mess?”, “on the contrary” I said to her,

“I tidied up the house”, “but why?” “We expect visitors” I said

“what visitors?”  she said to me with a grumble — “no one ever comes”

“poor girl, you are crazy” I said “every night lots of people come”

“here to visit us?” she said and her eyes gleamed.

Since then she started talking to herself every night until we put

her in the asylum. I went to my mother’s, I don’t remember where —

she was an old woman, you see

and she had died.




TASOS LIVADITIS, translated by Manolis Aligizakis, Libros Libertad, Vancouver, 2014





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