My sons can watch me, watch the world, themselves, recognize the difference between myself and the world, between me and them and between them and the world.
Above all love A hidden inheritance
of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica Argument
→ Do not look to the world , to poverty , but to me, to the father and to the wealth that I am .→ I am not poverty .→ My children struggle , climb , in a life that passes in trouble , in the poverty of love , of reason , they believe they are limited , they have thoughts that do not develop towards me, ears that do not listen , a heart as big as the mine , which they themselves limit in love .
→ 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 .
Relative arguments