{"url":"https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/texts/10975/?format=json","language":{"code":"fra","iso_name":"French","url":"https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/languages/fra/?format=json"},"edition":{"url":"https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/editions/21/?format=json","descriptions":[{"url":"https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/descriptions/243/?format=json","language":{"code":"eng","iso_name":"English","url":"https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/languages/eng/?format=json"},"created_at":"2021-04-08T21:28:09.159000Z","updated_at":"2021-04-08T21:28:09.159000Z","description":"R. Aubreton"}],"edition_type":0,"metadata":{},"created_at":"2021-04-08T21:28:09.159000Z","updated_at":"2021-04-08T21:28:09.159000Z"},"unique_id":100001306,"created_at":"2021-12-16T16:50:56.653428Z","updated_at":"2021-12-16T16:50:56.653435Z","validation":0,"status":1,"text":"Sans doute, Cléonicos, marchais-tu sur quelque étroite sente, quand te rencontrèrent les étincelantes Charites. Entre leurs bras de roses, elles t’ont pris, garçon, et le voilà à ton âge toute grâce ! \r\nJe te salue, mais de loin ! À trop s’approcher du feu, pas de sécurité, ami, pour l’asphodèle sec !","comments":[],"alignments":[],"passages":["https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/passages/urn:cts:greekLit:tlg7000.tlg001.ag:12.121/?format=json"]}