I fill my children of love.
Above all love
A hidden inheritance
- of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica
Argument
- → Then the children are tormented, pursuing erroneous ways, walking through thoughts of love that engage them and make them prisoners of nothingness.
- → Even from that mud, from that misery I can transform, change everything in light, because the world is null and nothing.
- → 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.
- → Yet you let yourselves be involved in a world built on null, empty elements, in which there is nothing, absolutely nothing.
- → 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.
- → My children have to work to know me better, to look in better and to recognize their poverty in the world.
Relative arguments