I love you, do the same also you, fall in love with me, make love grow inside and outside of you constantly, love me.
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 want you children to love me sweetly, continuously, acting and developing in love.
- → I want your choice to be directed to me, the only, true good, love that possesses you, takes you in arms with sweetness and delicacy.
- → I, the Lord father, have spoken to you in love, with gentleness, with delicacy, and I am happy forever and ever.
- → I am next to my sons always, every moment, with love, I take care with tenderness, with sweetness, because I am tenderness and gentleness.
- → Act with gentleness, mildness, and reach of all.
- → You fight, act disorderly, confusingly, sometimes you do not understand all that surrounds you, that gives you pain and anguish.
- → I, the love, am there, even if you do not estimate, if you do not understand this love, in not thinking of me, in non-silence, troubled in the ways of the world, on wrong paths, involved in an egoistic, confused, unclear, not limpid love, in the most desperate, intricate, with no way out situations.
- → 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.
- → You are loved children, but do not understand it, keep flattering from what surrounds you, abound in love and have a huge amount of love, but you give it in exchange for what does not belong to you.
Relative arguments