Blessed are my children who allow themselves to be transformed, molded by me, who abandon themselves, trust me, because I desire the greatest good and love for them.
Above all love A hidden inheritance
of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica Argument
→ 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