I desire children who love themselves, who love me, who love without delay, freely, as they are, with what they have, in the present time.
Above all love
A hidden inheritance
- of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica
Argument
- → The world is a fictitious building, based on selfishness, that breaks down, crushes and weakens my children, identity, love and thoughts.
- → Among my children, someone knows me, many do not know me yet, they wander in search of something which can take their thoughts, they love nonexistent platforms, vain, useless things of the world, they turn and turn around to empty thoughts to fill up these thoughts.
- → Every man desires love, a great, deep love, that gives him welfare, harmony and balance.
- → Blessed are you who reach out and make love yours in all its forms, who love to the point of reaching me, staying with me, wishing not to move away from me and not being able to do without me.
- → Blessed are you, when you rejoice in my fatherhood, seek, discover, find my fatherhood, me, the source of love, of harmony, the desire of the father and to be children.
- → I love you, I'm with you and I talk to you.
Relative arguments