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The Trap

Rating: 2.8

I am not well civilized, really alien here: trust me not.
I can understand the guns and the airplanes,
The other conveniences leave me cold.

'We must adjust our economics to the new abundance .
Of what? Toys: motors, music-boxes,
Paper, fine clothes, leisure, diversion.

I honestly believe (but really an alien here: trust me not)
Blind war, compared to this kind of life,
Has nobility, famine has dignity.

Be happy, adjust your economics to the new abundance;
One is neither saint nor devil, to wish
The intolerable nobler alternative.

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Fabrizio Frosini 10 December 2015

Be happy, adjust your economics to the new abundance; One is neither saint nor devil, to wish The intolerable nobler alternative. - Italian: Sii felice, adatta le tue condizioni alla nuova abbondanza; Non si è né santi né diavoli nel desiderare L'insopportabile, più nobile, alternativa.

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