The realization of my project lies precisely in knowing, recognizing this indispensable love that I feel for you children, that you children feel for me, who am hidden, real and true.
Above all love A hidden inheritance
of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica Argument
→ I want them to push , that they head to love , that every attitude and thought is addressed to me.→ Even unthinking leads to me.→ Many enclosures , difficulties and confusions arise in the thoughts of every my child .→ I know before your every fear manifests itself , your every thought that torments you, your pains of the heart , what haunts you and makes you painful .→ I wanted , and not cruelty , that my child alone would seek me with what I put into his being son , that with his thoughts , heart , reason he would find , discover in joy me and the only beauty between me father and him child .
→ Now you know what can hurt you, what does not make you know me and you, who are love .→ The realized son finally accomplished everything he wanted , for which he lived to know me, can understand the parts of his life he thought empty , he fills that nonexistent vacuum , he is completely alive , true , full , shining and brilliant .→ Only in me you can know beauty , love , be safe and live in eternal light .→ I have made you know in love me and the law of love .
→ With this negative experience and in this difficult path , every my son found in me the only answer and the only important eternity , he knew the world , the power , the seduction and the illusion of achieving what is impossible , because nonexistent , he looked at me, he saw that I am important , that every son is important for me, that the certainty which the love produces on every my son is important , and he found me in trust and abandonment .
→ 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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