Anthesteria 104
posted 8th Sep 2020, 8:00 PM
8th Sep 2020, 10:48 PM
marcorossi
There is an italian poem from the renaissance called "the triumph of Bacchus and Ariadne" that matches well with this scene, this is the beginning:
How beautiful is youth, but it flees however! Who wants to be happy, shall be: there is no certainty of tomorrow. These are Bacchus and Ariadne, beautiful, and burning for each other: because time runs away and deceives, always together they are happy.
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9th Sep 2020, 4:43 AM
agnosis
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