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
→ 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.
Relative arguments