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.
Above all love A hidden inheritance
of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica Argument
→ In front of love I am moved like a child by the sweetness of a mother and the tenderness of a father .→ Each encounter is tender sweetness and love .→ I love you with tenderness , with sweetness , always, first and for ever.→ When my child discovers this beauty , knowledge , he can no longer do without me, belong to me, stay with me and I am enough .→ The world invades my son overwhelmingly , in anguish , it has no law , no rule of love , it uses means that overwhelm , it destroys every one of my sons until it plunges him into destruction , it uses my son , it takes possession of my son without delicacy , without gentleness , without love , it struggles to possess , to use my son with pain , with torment and with breathlessness .
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