I want my children to love me with the certainty of understanding that they are loved, that I am the only one who loves them strongly, with power and with all his being.
Above all love A hidden inheritance
of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica Argument
→ When a child reaches me with desire I rush , shake and listen .→ I love you, I listen you and I ever am with you.→ The Lord God has spoken , he has listened , he has loved , he continues to love and generates love .→ I delicately ask to you love , until you reach me, the father who understands your levels , is near you with care , listens and transforms everything in love .→ Now I have spoken , continued to reveal , listened and heard .
→ I know your insecurities , frailties that are broken down with me and your love .→ My children walk along roads , ways that are not theirs , in a love that makes them confused and fragile .→ I desire children , I do not desire ghosts , weak , fragile men , without love , disappointed , deceived , insecure , afraid of loving and being loved .→ In fragility you will find indestructibility , in pain joy , in the slavery of mechanism absolute freedom .
→ I wish you walk with me, in light , in love and in joy .→ I want children who announce , listen , speak in light and in love .→ Children , I love you, I want love , joy , abandonment and trust .→ I want love in abundance , to fill and overflow every my container .→ If you discover the greatness of this desire for love , you will never leave me.
→ Dear sons , seek love , goodness , peace and you will find me, flourish , do not let yourselves wither , shine , do not let yourselves be obscured , love continually , live for me, because I live for you, and do not let yourselves be struck by the iniquity of the world , which leads into darkness .→ The children of light feel confident , aware of the light that invades them continuously , of their identity , of my identity , of that revelation , and live happy with me.→ I want your heart to rise to me like that of a child and to continue to miss me→ The illusion of evanescent pleasures and insistent fears wants to chain you in a painful , contradictory , apparently continuous temporality .
Relative arguments