{"url":"https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/texts/10571/?format=json","language":{"code":"fra","iso_name":"French","url":"https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/languages/fra/?format=json"},"edition":{"url":"https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/editions/17/?format=json","descriptions":[{"url":"https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/descriptions/137/?format=json","language":{"code":"eng","iso_name":"English","url":"https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/languages/eng/?format=json"},"created_at":"2021-04-08T21:27:39.376000Z","updated_at":"2021-04-08T21:27:39.376000Z","description":"M. Yourcenar"}],"edition_type":0,"metadata":{},"created_at":"2021-04-08T21:27:39.377000Z","updated_at":"2021-04-08T21:27:39.377000Z"},"unique_id":100000905,"created_at":"2021-10-20T17:34:07.216726Z","updated_at":"2021-10-20T17:34:07.216739Z","validation":0,"status":1,"text":"Je suis saoul. Je m'en vais chanter devant sa porte.\r\nEsclave, prends ces fleurs. J'ai pleuré bien souvent...\r\nLa route est longue, et il fait noir, mais que m'importe\r\nPuisque celui que j'aime est un flambeau vivant.","comments":[],"alignments":[],"passages":["https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/passages/urn:cts:greekLit:tlg7000.tlg001.ag:12.116/?format=json"]}