With my love, for love I do everything, I give you tenderness, joy, peace, truth of children, I envelop you, I hold you in hand, I embrace you, I keep you close and love you.
Above all love A hidden inheritance
of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica Argument
→ My son is mine , joined to me, part of me in light , in love , in harmony , in the pure awareness of me and him .→ I bless my children as part of me, precious to me in the light , in the joy , in the love , in this revelation , created by me, recognized by me in the joy , in the pain , in the certainty , in the uncertainty , in the fears , in fragility , in abandonment to me and always.→ You are woven into love , embraced by love , part of me and a big part as I am in love .→ My children are mine , part of me and the best part of me.
→ You fight , act disorderly , confusingly , sometimes you do not understand all that surrounds you, that gives you pain and anguish .→ I, the love , am there , even if you do not estimate , if you do not understand this love , in not thinking of me, in non-silence , troubled in the ways of the world , on wrong paths , involved in an egoistic , confused , unclear , not limpid love , in the most desperate , intricate , with no way out situations .→ Now my children feel they are not understood , because the mechanism where they live is made of emptiness , of nothing , of something that has no substance , concreteness and coherence .→ You are loved children , but do not understand it, keep flattering from what surrounds you, abound in love and have a huge amount of love , but you give it in exchange for what does not belong to you.
Relative arguments