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shadowsphere · 2 years

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🔮Egyptian Paradise ⎯ L. Paradinight

☽ Featuring: Leorio Paradinight

☽ Request? ✓ @princeasimdiya12 I hope this is good enough for you! I had a lot of fun writing this honestly! Thank you again for the request! I can’t wait for your next one! :D

☽ Includes: mummification, no reader, gagging, screaming and moaning, pillow humping, shock collar, multiple orgasms, fantasies, thrusting, self facial, electric shock, nipple clamps, breath play, drooling, crying, overstimulation

☽ Synopsis: Leorio wakes up to find himself taped and gagged, he has to find a way out but is it that easy?

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Leorio’s eyes opened. He was sweating, the nightmare of seeing a little boy with white hair takes out a serial killer’s heart in an instant felt all too real. He let out a sigh or attempted to when he realized how confined he was.

There was a tightness around his mouth, one around his neck, and another around his body, his body parts felt so sweaty and hot, yet he could simultaneously feel a breeze. ‘Is this sleep paralysis?’ He felt like that was far from the truth.

Leorio continued wiggling around, trying to understand what was going on while also focusing on escaping. His movements were stopped by a sudden shock, causing him to groan out of pain “HmmMmm!”

Something was definitely blocking his mouth and he couldn’t use his hands to remove it. What kind of sick person confines someone like this? He couldn't breathe, whatever was covering his mouth was making it difficult for him to breathe.

An intercom turned on and out came a familiar voice. “Leorio Paradinight, glad to see you awake.” Leorio’s eyes moved around quickly, trying to see where the voice was coming from. “Stop panicking. You lost against Leroute, so I'm giving you another test to pass the Hunter Exam.”

‘Leroute? Hunter Exam?’ Suddenly everything came flashing into his mind.

Meeting three boys: Gon, Killua, and Kurapika on a boat. Them going with each other through the Hunter Exam. He remembers going into the Trick Tower and seeing prisoners. Specifically a girl with pink hair in pigtails.

So that dream about a boy with white hair taking a man’s heart was real? That was Killua that did it?

“Good, you’re remembering,” Leorio remembered the voice now. It was Lippo. The man who controlled the Tricky Tower. Was he going to be killed? The thought scared Leorio enough to start moving around and screaming through his gag. “So loud.”

Leorio felt a shock again, it was stronger and lasted longer than last time. It felt like his skin was burning. “HMMMPH!” Lippo’s voice spoke again as Leorio squeezed his eyes closed, waiting for the shock to stop. “Every time you get loud, you get shocked by the shock collar on your neck. Now you must’ve noticed how you can’t move, that’s because your body is completely taped…well most of it anyway.”

Leorio couldn’t make sense of anything Lippo was saying. The shock had finally stopped. Leorio was breathing heavily and his body was in pain, yet he could feel something else building in his body. ‘No...It can’t be..’

To his horror, Lippo also realized what was happening. "Are you getting turned on?" Lippo sounded amused and disgusted. Amused by Leorio's instant disagreement. His body rolled side to side. Yet disgusted by how the struggle Leorio was going through was making Leorio more turned on as time went by.

Lippo decided to end his struggle.

"You know your cock is out right? As well as your nipples? So, I can see you getting hard." Leorio's heart stopped for a minute. His penis was out? His nipples were exposed? Is that the breeze he felt earlier? Leorio could feel his cheeks heat up. He was exposed for Lippo to see. Does this mean he's completely naked under the tape?

'What kind of sick trick is this?'

"Oh yeah. Since I'm nice, there's a way for you to escape. But you gotta escape before six hours pass by, you already slept away the first three." The intercom finally shut off leaving Leorio to listen to the fading sound of laughter. 'Please....don't leave me here..' Leorio looked around the room. He noticed a clock counting down from three hours.

He needed to start small.

Leorio focused on the object gagging his mouth first. He flicked his tongue around his mouth, trying to get the shape of it. Leorio could tell it had a round shape. Leorio knew instantly what it was. Leorio was old enough to understand sex. He was as curious as any growing kid about BDSM.

Leorio knew this was a ball gag. That's why he was struggling to breathe every second. The best plan for him was to take it out of his mouth first and let his body get the much-needed air. Leorio started using his tongue to push the ball in his mouth upward, each time he did that, he would get a little breath, which caused his body to shiver.

He was getting harder at the feeling of finally getting air. What was wrong with him?

Leorio could feel drool falling from his mouth, which was embarrassing. Yet, when he looked down he saw cock leaking pre-cum, the dim lighting of the room allowing him to see the tip enough to notice. Leorio laid his head back 'Leorio. Focus on getting out, nothing else.'

He let out a breath through his nose. Then he put all his attention on the ball gag, he remembers reading about the different types of ball gags and was hoping this one was silicone. Leorio flicked his tongue around the ball and thrust into the air as his eyes closed. Why was this so pleasurable?

The longer he flicked his tongue around to figure out what material the gag was made out of, the more drool he let out. More drool means more pleasure. His body was reacting to that pleasure. He unconsciously started thrusting up into the air, non-coherent begging slipping through the ball gag as he closed his eyes.

"Ppwwf! Mwwr!"

Leorio was getting louder. He forgot the rule that if he was too loud, he would get shocked. He forgot because of his fantasies. Leorio was thinking about someone grinding against him, and blowing air onto his nipples, making them more erect. He started thrusting faster, the imagery of someone muffling him as he got closer and closer to the edge was fueling him right now.

'Why am I about to cum?' Leorio thought to himself as his cock leaked more and more pre-cum onto his taped stomach. Yet he couldn't orgasm, which was frustrating him. He was so close and yet so far.

Until he was shocked for being too loud. 'Oh fuck..I'm gonna..' Leorio felt the tightness in his stomach that had built up a snap. Suddenly, the lower part of his body lifted up into the air as Leorio let out the loudest moan he had "FWWWK!"

Leorio felt some of his cum hit his cheek. His orgasm was long, prolonged by the shock he was getting for being loud. His thighs were shaking from the powerful orgasm he had as his cum pathetically dripped from the tip of his cock. Leorio struggled to catch his breath, every deep breath caused the tape to tighten.

The shock finally stopped and Leorio was grateful. He looked down, seeing how he was still hard. Is this because of the bondage? Leorio needed to hurry up and get out of here before he turns into some weirdo.

Leorio's body disagreed. His eyes were drooping and his head was struggling to stay up. 'Am I this tired from cumming?' Leorio shook his head from side to side, trying to get rid of the fatigue that washed over his body, but he couldn't. 'I need to stay up...I need to get out.'

Leorio blinked rapidly. He remembered he was trying to look for what material the ball gag was. He closed his eyes tightly to remember the feeling of it. But the only thing coming to mind was the pleasure he got from licking the ball gag.

'Stay focused Leorio!' Leorio fought against the memories of the pleasure, the orgasm, the drool. He fought against it all and focused on the ball gag. 'I got it!' Leorio instantly pushed the ball gag forward with his tongue, enough to make it go in front of his teeth.

He bit down on the ball gag. Silicone ball gags are easily chewed through, he remembers reading that. Leorio knew the ball gag was silicone and went to work. When he finished, he breathe in deeply and exhaled. He was finally able to breathe through his mouth comfortably.

Now the hard part comes, how is he supposed to let himself out of his restraints? Leorio looked over to see how much time was left on the clock. He had two hours and fifty-nine minutes left.

Leorio caught his breath as much as he could before he was stopped by the sound of the intercom turned on. Lippo's voice slipped through. "You made it through one hour Leorio, but I saw you...had a little fun." Leorio felt ashamed when Lippo pointed out how he had his own cum on his face. Lippo chuckled darkly, loving the sight of this soon-to-be-hunter making a mess of himself.

"As a reward, I'll help you out a bit. You're going to close your eyes and someone will come in to put down a special something for you." Leorio took that as a sign that he could scream. If he screamed loud enough, he could alert someone to help him. Lippo seemed to catch onto his plan "I know you have your gag off, but don't scream. You'll regret it."

Leorio didn't speak, just nodded his head. He needed Lippo to think that he would comply. Lippo turned off the intercom. Leorio took that as a sign to close his eyes so he did. Minutes go by and Leorio hears a door open. Feet shuffle around and stop by him.

What if they kill him right here? Lippo wouldn't do that right? He was one of the good guys, there's no way he would do that. Leorio couldn't help the fear that rose up in him though. He swallowed deeply. He needed to focus. He needed to scream.

He was stopped by the feeling of someone, he didn't know who, staring at him deeply. 'What are they doing? Why are they just staring? Look away so that I can scream.' Leorio gulped deeply, the feeling not going away. He could feel their eyes go over his body and stop at his cock. He felt himself harden more from the stare.

'Why am I getting hard from this?! This situation is ruining my desires.' He heard a deep chuckle before the person looked away. A man was staring at Leorio. He knew that was a man. Leorio got turned on by a man's stare. Leorio could hear the man start putting something down. 'This is my moment.'

Leorio started screaming. "Help! Help me! They've got me hostage! Someone, please help!" Leorio's screams for help were blocked instantly. He felt himself being turned around to lay on his stomach, which was uncomfortable due to his body still being taped. Leorio jolted when his sensitive cock rubbed against what he was laying on.

Leorio couldn't even fight as the man forced another gag onto his face. This time it was more constrictive, both his mouth and nose were covered. There was even another ball, which immediately went into his mouth. Leorio could feel his panic rise, yet again the moment his panic rose, so did his arousal. Leorio was forced back onto his back.

Through the whole ordeal, he kept his eyes closed, afraid of who he might see.

Leorio's chest rose, sticking out his nipples. There was a squeezing sensation on his nipples. It hurt so much and felt so good. Leorio instantly started whimpering. "Hwwp!" Leorio felt ashamed. He was begging for help from the people who put him in this situation, was he that desperate.

He heard the footsteps go away and the tears started falling, He didn't want to be left here. "Nww...Ppwwf.." His pleas fell on deaf ears and he listened as his hopes were leaving as the person closed the door behind them. Leorio thought it was fine to open his eyes now.

The moment he did that, the intercom came on. "You really disappointed me Leorio. Good thing I had the backup plan to put nipple clamps on you. Do you like them by the way? Don't answer that, your body is telling me you are. Oh and that gag is a Panel gag, there's no way out of that one." Leorio sniffled as the tears kept falling. There was no way for him to escape. Leorio was doomed to be stuck like this.

Lippo's fake encouragement came through. "Don't look so defeated. I gave you a knife to help cut the tape and a pillow so that you don't sit on the ground uncomfortably. Make sure to land on it when you roll. Oh almost forgot, your punishment for the screaming." The intercom shut off and Leorio felt powerful shocks go through his body.

"HMMM!" His cock was leaking again and the shocks were forcing him to cry. He wasn't just being shocked on his neck, it was on his nipples as well. Leorio was drooling and he was having a hard time breathing.

He loved it.

Leorio didn't know what to do with his body. He was wiggling side to side. He wanted to get away from the feeling but wanted to embrace it. "Hmm...Fwwwwk..." His orgasm came faster this time. 'I can't cum again...' At least, that's what he thought. His body jumped and shook, and he threw his head back as an even harder orgasm hit him. "YWWWWS!"

Leorio threw his head back out of pleasure but lifted his head back up on instinct. It was like his body knew what he wanted and he came on his face again. Leorio let a soft groan slip past his lips, enjoying the feeling of having his own cum on his face.

He could feel the amount of drool he let out this time. It was disgusting, which made him love it so much. Leorio moved his head to look at the ground. He saw the pillow and moved his head back, sleepiness hitting him harder. Leorio worked up a plan in his head, losing track of time because his mind kept drifting off.

Leorio onto his stomach. He jolted but bit into the ball gag to keep him in focus. Even the material on the ball gag was different. Leorio continued the tedious process of rolling until he finally landed on the soft cushion of the pillow on his stomach. By the time he got on the pillow, Leorio's cock was leaking again. Each time he rolled onto his stomach, his cock and the nipple clamps would get pushed against him, sending waves of pleasure through him.

However, now that he's on the ground, Leorio sees an issue.

Lippo wasn't lying about giving him a pillow and a knife. But they weren't separate. 'It was still nice...He's letting me try at least.' There was a weird contraption in front of him, almost like a fuck machine but more dangerous.

The knife was connected to a rod that was horizontal. Connected to that rod was another that was vertical. The vertical rod was connected to the pillow. Leorio knew what he was supposed to do.

Lippo wanted him to thrust into the pillow, each time he moved back and then thrust forward, he would cut the tape with the knife. Leorio had to be careful though, the knife was sharp.

Leorio let out a sigh preparing himself. He lifted his body up with a struggle, relying on his knees and thighs to support him through this. He heard the knife hit the tape. 'I just need to thrust forward hard and fast.' He did just that.

Leorio thrusts hard into the pillow and immediately came on it. "Mmmf.." He didn't let that stop him though, he needed to get out. He looked over at the clock and noted how much time he had left. 'One hour and twenty-five minutes left. I need to hurry.' Leorio ignored the shaking in his body, the sensitivity of his nipples and cock, he ignored the blurriness of his eyes from exhaustion.

He needed to get done in an hour. Leorio knew that wasn't his mission. He knew he wouldn't make it through. He was using it as an excuse to pleasure himself as much as he could.

Leorio started moaning loudly on purpose as his cock repeatedly came in contact with the softness of the pillow. "MHMM...FwWWs gwwd!" Like he wanted, the shock started to happen. This influenced him to thrust even faster, the wetness of the pillow and the cum on his cock were making such a nice sound.

Leorio imagined someone watching him do this. Imagined how they would pleasure themself at the sight of Leorio's red nipples and red tip. Would they cum at the sight of him drooling? Would they wipe away his tears of pleasure and overstimulation while forcing him to pleasure them as he fucks his pillow?

Leorio's eyes rolled to the back of his head as he came close again. He felt so good. "Cwwmink!" Leorio came on the pillow once again, but this didn't stop him. He kept going. It was like he was possessed. He didn't want to leave. He didn't care if he didn't get to become a hunter because he failed another one of Lippo's tests.

'This is paradise.' Leorio thought as once again, another orgasm hit him. His cock didn't have anything else to spurt out, but Leorio was still going. The look in his eyes of one who's in a trance.

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fabiansteinhauer · 2 years

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Auf Tafel 52 des Mnemosyneatlasses findet sich in der oberen linken Ecke die Fotografie eines Geburtstabletts.

Dieses Tablett ist ein Wendeobjekt, es hat eine Vorderseite und eine Rückseite, abstrakter gesprochen ist das ein Polobjekt. Aby Warburg erwähnt das Bild, das auf der Vorderseite oder Oberseite dieses Objektes gemalt wurde und den Titel "Trajans Gerechtigkeit" (giustizia di traiano) trägt, auch in dem Text, der später als Einleitung in den Bildatlas dient, um zu erläutern, was er unter dem Zusammenhang von Distanzschaffen und Polarität versteht. Er erläutert es, um amphibolische Symbolgebungen zu erklären. Trajans Gerechtigkeit ist ein bekanntes Motiv aus der Literatur und der Ikonographie des christianisierten römischen Rechts.

Warburg erklärt seine Vorstellung von polarisiertem und polarisierendem Distanzschaffen im Hinblick auf Symbole, die er polar nennt und die sich dadurch auszeichnen sollen, dass sie einerseits reproduziert werden, anderseits an ihnen etwas ausgetauscht oder umgewidmet wird. Einfach gesagt behalten sie die Form und wechseln den Inhalt. Das sind insoweit sog. Kontrafakturen. Die Zweideutigkeit des Bildes wird einerseits historisch verstanden. Ein Bild hatte erst eine Bedeutung, dann ein andere, zweite Bedeutung. Schon diese Zweideutigkeit kann man als Polarität verstehen, auch wenn das vielleicht nicht ganz dem Alltagsverständis von Polarität entspricht. Man würde vielleicht eher von Zweideutigkeit oder einem Bedeutungwechsel sprechen. Polarität geht mit ein Spannung oder Energie einher, deren Vorliegen in einem Fall des historischer Umdeutung nicht gleich einleuchtet, wenn man davon ausgeht, dass die Zeit irreversibel verläuft. Sogar die Vorstellung von Zweideutigkeit ist dann nicht unbedingt einleuchtend, man könnte ja sogar einwenden, zu jedem Zeitpunkt sei das Objekt eineutig gewesen, nur habe zu einem Zeitpunkt eben die Bedeutung gewechselt.

Hier von Polarität zu sprechen, ist also kommentierungsbedürftig. In der historischen, zeitlichen Dimension kann man davon ausgehen, dass Warburg eine Beobachterperspektive unterstellt, einen Beobachter in einer weiteren, vermittelnden Zeit, der in der Gegenwart, also gleichzeitig, auf unterschiedliche Zeiten schauen kann. Er kann sowohl auf das Florenz des 15. Jahrhunderts als auch auf das spätantike Rom zu der Zeit, als der Konstantinbogen entsteht (auf dem man ein Vorbild für dieses Tablett findet) blicken. Aus einer Gleichzeitigkeit unterschiedlicher Zeiten in den Augen eines Beobachters ergibt sich eine Spannung, die es schon eher nahelegt, von Zweideutigkeit oder wie Warburg von Polarität zu sprechen.

Der Beobachter kann pendeln, er kann den Blick von der Spätantike zur Renaissance und zurück wandern lassen. Warburg geht aber weiter, weil er die Vorstellung von Polarität nicht nur auf die Zeit bezieht. Grundsätzlich bezieht er sie auch auf den Raum, also auf Geographien, die er in einem allgemeinen Sinne erst einmal über Himmelrichtungenbeschreibt: Norden, Süden, Westen, Osten. So bezieht er sie auch auf Pendelbewegungen, also schlicht auf das Wandern von Symbolen. Er bezieht der Polarität (besonders deutlich in den Arbeiten zu Sasseti auf Gesellschaft, also unter anderem auf gesellschaftliche Stellungen, die man mit den Positionsbestimmung oben/unten beschreibenund aus weiter noch af stratifikatorische Differenzierung oder 'Realwidersprüche', auf jeden Fall auf gesellschaftlich Spannungen beziehen kann. Für das Tablett ist wohl der letzte Bezug besonders wichtig, nämlich derjenige zur Psyche, also zu Zuständen, die von der Psychologie im Zusammenhang von Polarität (heute etwa als Hoch- und Tiefphasen) beschrieben werden. In bezug auf die Psyche ist es vielleicht am naheliegensten, zwei Bedeutung zu unterscheiden und zu verknüpfen, in diesen Vorgang als Spannung und Energie zu beschreiben, weil hier die das Pendeln deutlich in der Alltagserfahrung verankert ist.

Italienisch werden solche Objekte als desco da parto bezeichnet. Die Bezeichnung für dieses Objekt konkurriert mit der Bezeichnung für Madonnen, zumindest in den Gegenden, wo die Madonna von O oder Madonne del Parto verbreitet ist (also besonders in Italien, Portugal und dem Nordosten Brasiliens).

Ich spreche auch in bezug auf dieses Objekt von einem Polobjekt, ich meine damit Objekte, die etwas bewegen oder durch etwas bewegt sind, das man auch zeitlich, räumlich, gesellschaftlich oder psychisch verstehen kann. Die Bewegung dieser Objekte kann eine Bewegung durch den Raum oder durch die Zeit, durch die Gesellschaft sein, es kann eine psychische Bewegung sein, sogar eine Animation, eine Motivation, ein (An-)Treiben oder sogar eine 'Ursachensetzung', die insoweit ein Effekt wäre, der Gründe annehmen lässt, seien es Tatsachen, Sachverhalte oder Normen. Mit kehren, wenden, kippen, beugen sind solche Bewegungen gemeint. Es sind Bewegungen einer Umordnung oder Umsortierung, den etwas wechselt seine Stelle oder seine Bahn.

Die italienische Bezeichnung für dieses Tablett legt eine andere Übersetzung nahe, man müsste das desco da parto direkt übersetzt als Scheideobjekt, Teilungsobjekt bezeichen, gemeint ist direkt eine Geburt. Grautheoretisch gesagt: ein Moment, in dem aus einem Menschen zwei werden. Der Vorgang der Bewegung der Scheidung und Teilung ist ein Vorgang, in dem Subjekt verdoppelt und gespalten wird, und man wünscht, dass nichts entzwei gehe. Das geht mit Bewegung, mit viel Energie einher, das ist Spannung. Das sind Objekte, die Differenz operationalisieren, mich interessen daran die Effekte, unter solchen Effekten verstehe ich Normativität. So eine Objekt ist eine Norm, es ist normativ, denn es hat die Effekte operationalisierter Differenz. Ist die Geburt gelungen, ist dieses Objekt eine Referenzobjekt. So etwas soll übergeben werden, dann soll es inder Familie bleiben, es soll sogar vererbt werden, das sind verbindliche Objekte, Pflichtobjekte, Lastobjekte. Sie tragen was. Landet sowas im Museum, hat das etwas von geschlossenen Zechen oder rekonstruierten Gerippen ausgestorbener Gattungen. Sie sind dann "noch schön".

Diese Objekte tauchen in italien nach einer der letzten großen Pest, in der Zeit hoher Kinder- und hoher Müttersterblichkeit auf. Sie tauchen in Lagen auf, die in dichter Weise affektiv und rational besetz sind, in den Momenten, in denen die Reproduktion des Geschlechts, in denen Zukunft (auch als Fortführung von Vergangenheit) auf dem Spiel steht. In einem Katalog des Metropolitan Museum of Art steht mit leichter Zurückhaltung, diese Objekte seien wichtige symbolische Gaben ("important symbolic gifts"). Ich bin mir unsicher, wie metaphorisch es wäre, wenn man an diesen Objekten 'neuralgische Stellen' beschreiben würde, gut möglich, das dies kein Fitzelchen metaphorisch ist, gerade weil sich die neuralgische Stelle durch die Körper, Zeichen und die Psyche derjenigen zieht, die mit diesen Objekten hantiert haben.

Gelinde gesagt ist es 'voraussetzungsreich', wenn Aby Warburg im Einleitungstext des Atlasses ausgerechnet an so einem Objekt kurze Hinweise zur Polarität gibt. Seine Vorträge dauerten länger.

Dieses Tablett wird gebrauch, das ist Gebrauchsware und ein minderers Objekt. Es wird geschenkt, übergeben, es wude auch als wie ein Bild an Wänden aufgehängt oder auf Gestelle in Regale gestellt, aber bei allem ist wichtig, dass esein minderes Objekt blieb. An dem Objekt des Tabletts bleibt wichtig, dass es etwas tragen kann, das kann man also auf das Tablett stellen, tragen, dann herunternehmen. Jetzt ist das Tablett leichter, jetzt kann man es wenden und auf die Unterseite schauen, wo sich (un diesem Fall) auch ein leichters Bild findet. Auf der Oberseite sieht man die Szene von Trajans Gerechtigkeit, auf der Unterseite ein putto mit einem Trömmelchen und einer Flöte. Auf der Oberseite des Objektes erscheint Pathos, auf der Unterseite Subtiles.

Die Polarität, die Warburg im Einleitungstext nur in Bezug auf das auf der Oberfläche gemalte Bild als eine 'innere' Polarität' dieses Bildes beschreibt, setzt sich fort, wie in Wellen, die sich um die Stelle ziehen, an der man in ein Wasser einen Stein geworfen hat, 'um der Welt ihre spröde Fremdheit zunehmen'. Die Wendung des Tablett wiederholt die innere Polarität des Bildes und trägt sie aus, sie verbreitet und verbreitert sie. Mir scheint es wichtig, wie sich an diesen Objekten etwas durch die Körper, die Zeichen und die Psyche, auch den Geist, zieht und wie sich gleichzeitig etwas vom Material in Vorstellungen zieht, wie sich etwas vom konkreten Vorgang ins Metaphorische zieht, nicht einseitig, zweiseitig.

Was hier passiert, was hier durchgeht, wird aufschlussreich mit einem begrifflichen Setting beschrieben, das Latour in seinem Essay über die Verfassung der Moderne und seinem Entwurf einer symmetrischen Anthropologie angeboten hat. Hier zieht sich etwas duch menschliche und nichtmenschliche Stellen, der Vorgang kreuzt durch Kategorien, die von manchen modernen Wissenschaften sauber getrennt werden, insoweit hat man es mit einer Hybridisierung oder Vernetzung im Latourschen Sinne zu tun (die dementsprechend von Reinungsarbeit begleitet werden kann).

#Polobjekte #desco da parto #Lippo d'andrea #Tafel 52 #Aby Warburg #Polarforschung #pseudo ambrogio di baldese #giustizia di traiano #putto con tamburello e flauto #trajans gerechtigkeit

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