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
- → The world is a fictitious building, based on selfishness, that breaks down, crushes and weakens my children, identity, love and thoughts.
- → Among my children, someone knows me, many do not know me yet, they wander in search of something which can take their thoughts, they love nonexistent platforms, vain, useless things of the world, they turn and turn around to empty thoughts to fill up these thoughts.
- → Keep in mind, remember, announce that I am alive, present, that I love every man like a child, similar, close, that the world is different, hostile, that he who ignores this truth believes that he belongs to the world, supports the work of world, hinders knowledge and love.
Relative arguments