My children are woven of love, for this love need they are driven to the streets of the world, where they seek love and freedom to love.
Above all love
A hidden inheritance
- of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica
Argument
- → What is visible is only visible, not safety, never makes my children happy, because they live a confused and disordered love.
- → Day after day my children fight and pay an high price, because they can not listen to me when I shout sweetly of love.
- → Given by a vacillating love need, you fall into the traps that the world has made available to you.
- → But you are attached to the world, to the things of the world, you do not recognize me, the father who always loves you, deeply, and who treats you in love.
- → What surrounds you is vain, confused, unclear and disordered.
- → What belongs to the world neglects eternal things, immortal for me, which are not eternal, are not immortal for the world, it is vanity, illusory, it neglects my son, love, thought, good, justice, peace , involves my son with insistence , takes away my son's reason, heart, harasses my son in thought, heart, reason, makes my son possess things that first seem beautiful in appearance, then turn out to be empty, poor.
- → Each of my children becomes a ghost that wanders along deceptive roads, does not recognize his and my identity, possesses a not vain, great love, throws himself into extreme choices, lets himself be overwhelmed by the evil that the world has taught him to travel, he does not recognize the beauty of God the Father, the love between father and son, he is clouded by something apparent, which is fixed deeply in his thoughts, in his memory, he is unable to work for my kingdom, for himself, not he knows what possesses him and harms him.
- → Nervous, habitual, profound emotional inconstancy is painful, lacking in self-confidence and in one's own purposes, but it can always evolve in the search and in the pursuit of a better state.
- → If you try to adapt to what is happening by considering it true or valid, you end up being a victim, an incapable, a weak, at the mercy of anyone, fragmented, other than yourself.
- → The world is by nature fragile, temporary, constantly trying to delude and disappoint you, to convince you that you have its nature, that you are fragile, temporary, and you belong to it.
Relative arguments