Συννεφιασμένη Κυριακή
Συννεφιασμένη Κυριακή,
μοιάζεις με την καρδιά μου
που έχει πάντα συννεφιά, συννεφιά
Χριστέ και Πα-, Χριστέ και Παναγιά μου
Είσαι μια μέρα σαν κι αυτή
που ’χασα την χαρά μου
Συννεφιασμένη Κυριακή, Κυριακή
ματώνεις την, ματώνεις την καρδιά μου
Όταν σε βλέπω βροχερή,
στιγμή δεν ησυχάζω
Μαύρη μου κάνεις τη ζωή, τη ζωή
και βαριανα-, και βαριαναστενάζω
Cloudy Sunday,
you represent my heart,
where it is all cloudy,
Christ and Holy Virgin.
When I see you raining,
I don't calm down.
You make my life dark (dull)
and I deeply sigh.
You are a day just like this,
where I lost my happiness.
Cloudy Sunday,
you make my heart bleed.
Epictetus (Greek: Ἐπίκτητος; A.D. c. 55 – 135)
Epictetus (Greek: Ἐπίκτητος; A.D. c. 55 – 135)
was a Greek Stoic philosopher. He was born a slave at Hierapolis, Phrygia (present day Pamukkale, Turkey), and lived in Rome until his banishment, when he went to Nicopolis in north-western Greece for the rest of his life. His teachings were written down and published by his pupil Arrian in his Discourses.
Epictetus taught that philosophy is a way of life and not just a theoretical discipline. To Epictetus, all external events are determined by fate, and are thus beyond our control; we should accept whatever happens calmly and dispassionately. However, individuals are responsible for their own actions, which they can examine and control through rigorous self-discipline.
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