{"url":"https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/texts/11655/?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":100001976,"created_at":"2022-02-24T16:57:09.657400Z","updated_at":"2022-02-24T16:57:09.657418Z","validation":0,"status":1,"text":"Écrire que Théron est beau, jamais plus ! De même pour Apollodote, cette flamme de naguère, aujourd’hui tison. Moi j’aime les amours délicates : l’étau des trous poilus de ces ribauds, je le laisse aux bergers qui enfilent les chèvres !","comments":[],"alignments":[],"passages":["https://anthologiagraeca.org/api/passages/urn:cts:greekLit:tlg7000.tlg001.ag:12.41/?format=json"]}