Now you know, you know me, the father who loves, you know only that I love, free and possess.
Above all love
A hidden inheritance
- of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica
Argument
- → The world is a fictitious building, based on selfishness, that breaks down, crushes and weakens my children, identity, love and thoughts.
- → Among my children, someone knows me, many do not know me yet, they wander in search of something which can take their thoughts, they love nonexistent platforms, vain, useless things of the world, they turn and turn around to empty thoughts to fill up these thoughts.
- → My children are fought, struggling in the vanity of confusion, not living in intelligence, living in misery, wandering in places, thoughts that do not exist, that they can not recognize, because every day the world seduces, fascinates them, makes them weak and fragile.
- → Every day their life breaks apart, because they do not want to recognize what is visible and nonexistent.
- → The road to the world was difficult, hard, because my child had not yet known what he had inside from the origin, what was important.
- → My children must recognize the poverty, the misery of the world, which hurts them, look inside themselves, wonder who they are, where they come from, who they belong to, who I am, what our relationship is, look at the world, what surrounds them, they must recognize why they feel weak, fragile, without resources.
Relative arguments