You have to know and to recognize this love, that I love my children and that my children love me.
Above all love
A hidden inheritance
- of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica
Argument
- → 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 every piece of your life is crushed, you live a life broken by hate, falsity, seduction, vanity, by that world which makes you living as prisoners and not as children.
- → My children are fought, struggling in the vanity of confusion, not living in intelligence, living in misery, wandering in places, thoughts that do not exist, that they can not recognize, because every day the world seduces, fascinates them, makes them weak and fragile.
- → I participate in all that you live in the world, your joys and your sorrows.
- → All the secret lies in recognizing that every poverty, lacking, and empty is not part of you and belongs to the world.
Relative arguments