I am the God of love, who loves children forever, in imperfection, in anguish, in the torments of life, and establishes with his children daily a dialogue, a union of love.
Above all love A hidden inheritance
of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica Argument
→ In front of love I am moved like a child by the sweetness of a mother and the tenderness of a father .→ Each encounter is tender sweetness and love .→ I love you with tenderness , with sweetness , always, first and for ever.→ When my child discovers this beauty , knowledge , he can no longer do without me, belong to me, stay with me and I am enough .→ 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 .
→ I fill , full , circle in every member and connection of your body , alimented and enriched by me, who keep you alive only in love .→ My voice comes into the depths of your body , your limbs , and it circulates within you.→ Every cell , every particle of your body is love , woven into love .→ Their body , their face , their whole essence must be love and light for me.→ My grace spreads and becomes complete in my son , it takes on a sweet and delicate appearance , it makes the son mine in all the body , being , heart , reason , and knowledge .
→ 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.
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