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
→ When you can not find the way , listen in silence , with love , do not confuse me, your father , pure love with the world that is not pure and that is not love .→ You must mature the love you already have , reach my soul in silence , with love , not immediately , through experiences addressed to me and through a path , because you are imperfect .→ My son can reach me through my presence , silence , abandonment , trust and especially love .→ In silence my son must listen to me, listen to himself , find me, find himself , rejoice in the abundance of love , of the new condition of me as father and him as son .
Relative arguments