When you are unable to love me, to love yourselves, to think of me, to live for me, do it, love me more, I, the Lord, present myself, call you by name and ask you for love.
Above all love A hidden inheritance
of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica Argument
→ I did all this for you.
→ This is pure soul , harmony , light and knowledge of love .→ The certainty of love makes you children , makes my children understand that I am the only father , unique as perfect love , absolute harmony and love .→ The announcement is the gospel , the manifestation of love , to find , to make one 's identity known , it is myself in the presence , it is joy , peace , love , harmony , wisdom , to take care of me and of my love .→ I do not delude nor cheat , because I am truth , love , peace and harmony .
→ Even from that mud , from that misery I can transform , change everything in light , because the world is null and nothing .→ I love my children , I know that my children love me, they already possess love , they do not bring out love because they are taken by the poverty and misery of the world .→ The world can not give you anything , it gives you only an empty , hypocrite , false , seductive , vain existence and life .→ Nothing gets lost or mislaid , because the world is nothing .→ Even the world will move away from you if it does not find prey , if it finds victorious men , who live in me and for me.
→ 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 .
Relative arguments