I wish you precious, special, loved children, I wish you to know me, pass through every doubt with love, making your life clear, pure, joyful to love me, your father and God.
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 .→ Such is the deception of the world .
Relative arguments