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L'aperi-Poschi... Uno dei modi migliori per passare la sera al fresco alle pendici dei Monti Pisani🍹
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Art by Theophile Alexandre Steinlen (1859 - 1923)
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‘The Twelve Dancing Princess’ by Niroot (Natee) Puttapipat
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The Love Potion, 1903 Evelyn De Morgan
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Il Boudoir della Signorina de Sade
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The Adventures of Baron Munchausen (1988)
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No Master William Morris, 1885 Saith man to man, We’ve heard and known That we no master need To live upon this earth, our own, In fair and manly deed. The grief of slaves long passed away For us hath forged the chain, Till now each worker’s patient day Builds up the House of Pain. And we, shall we too, crouch and quail, Ashamed, afraid of strife, And lest our lives untimely fail Embrace the Death in Life? Nay, cry aloud, and have no fear, We few against the world; Awake, arise! the hope we bear Against the curse is hurled. It grows and grows–are we the same, The feeble band, the few? Or what are these with eyes aflame, And hands to deal and do? This is the host that bears the word, No MASTER HIGH OR LOW - A lightning flame, a shearing sword, A storm to overthrow.
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