{"url":"https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/texts/11654/?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":100001975,"created_at":"2022-02-24T16:43:10.795690Z","updated_at":"2022-02-24T16:43:10.795707Z","validation":0,"status":1,"text":"Nicandre s’est terni, envolée toute la fleur de sa peau ! Et plus rien ne demeure de ses charmes, pas même le nom ; lui qu’on mettait au rang des dieux naguère… Alors, jeunes amis, pas de pensée qui dépasse l’humain : les poils, ça existe !","comments":[],"alignments":[],"passages":["https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/passages/urn:cts:greekLit:tlg7000.tlg001.ag:12.39/?format=json"]}