Ο Κώστας Κατέχης γεννήθηκε στην Ερείκουσα το 1957 και μετά το Δημοτικό μετακόμισε στην Αίγινα όπου συνέχισε στο Καποδιστριακό Γυμνάσιο του νησιού για τέσσερα επίσης χρόνια. Το 1973 μετανάστευσε στην Αμερική όπου ζει μέχρι σήμερα συγκεκριμένα στην Νέα Υόρκη τον περισσότερο καιρό. Η αγάπη του για τα Ελληνικά γράμματα και τις τέχνες τον έκαναν να ασχοληθεί με την λογοτεχνία και την ποίηση όπου για πολλά χρόνια γράφει και αρθρογραφεί σε πολλά ομογενειακά και ορισμένα Ελληνικά έντυπα. Με την ποίηση ξεκίνησε το 1994 όπου και κυκλοφόρησε την πρώτη του ποιητική συλλογή στην Νέα Υόρκη. Σήμερα ασχολείται με την ραδιωφωνία και την αρθρογραφία σε ομογενειακά μέσα και έντυπα. Η εκπομπή στον Hellas FM είναι συνήθως λογοτεχνική και προωθεί πολλούς αξιόλογους ομογενείς καλλιτέχνες , συγγραφείς και ποιητές…….



Christmas Eve, but fear,

doubt and loneliness linger

from the next door neighbor,

in the alleys of the monstrous city that counts

the sighs

among the moldy bricks

and in overturned trash cans.

Elsewhere Santa Claus is full of valleys,

with a big bag on his back

enter and exit  the chimneys of smoking houses,

and elsewhere hands rosy and dirty,

spread out with a plea for a steal  piece of bread

and a drop of clean water.

Oh, what a tremendous hypocrisy that unfolds

between the bank and a lonely bench

with a tenant wrapped in a blanket

dirty old and full of holes !!!!

The city is spreading slowly and wounded

in the hands of the geniuses  who raise it

and raise it dangerously

and at the request of the desperate

to mark the end of this tumultuous year as well

which marked the rich and the poor.

What a supplication, what a wish and what a curse accompanied ever

to share hope fairly and equally?

How many favors we did to the destitute

and how many are full and fled away ?


and tears on the cheeks that burn from the cold

and the snow that pierces the desperate wearing  old shoes.

And we pass by throwing an eyelid

with a little bit of sadness inside and we continue on our way

to buy the rest of the goods that went into the discounts …

But the torment is endless

within this vast state

with huge buildings hiding human wounds

with mastery in their basements and those  high peaks.

What is Man you wonder

walking on the wide sidewalks

which is full of people and full of loneliness.!

Many do not feel the jolt either

walking hypnotized and saturated

from the noise of the city.

Christmas, waking you up for a few days

until they pass

and then return to the luxury of your loneliness

recalling and counting the wounds you were able to close

during this holiday season.

Maybe you should blame yourself

and judge yourself for participating in the crime

of the death of the innocence?

How long will you deny the responsibilities?

for the downstream of this Humanity

that without you knowing it they loaded it on your back?

Make a stop at the speed that is dizzyingly transporting you

in an empty and meaningless world

do you have time to taste

a smile of a small child

or a caress from a person you do not know.

Catch and taste of the sugar

which exists neither on earth nor in heaven,

but be careful,

not more than a teaspoon.

Fill your soul a little,

emptied of smiles and mint

in the corners of this world

that the savage usurers destroyed you.

Your fear is their weapon

and use it in an excellent way

to have you tied to the plow of their greed.

Do not let another Christmas go to waste,

do not be left in the curse that you are not responsible …

This city that filled you with emotions still exists.

Walk it from the edge to the beginning.

Do not overlook sadness

for the sake of the greedy who wronged you.

Give a little meaning to the tired sighs

lying on the dirty benches in the square.

Feel the cause and the excuse at last

of why you succeeded and came to this earth,

that you never stepped on with a full foot

and with your mind free from misery ……………




Christmas Eve

new York


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