You are loved children, but do not understand it, keep flattering from what surrounds you, abound in love and have a huge amount of love, but you give it in exchange for what does not belong to you.
Above all love A hidden inheritance
of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica Argument
→ You fight , act disorderly , confusingly , sometimes you do not understand all that surrounds you, that gives you pain and anguish .→ 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 my children feel they are not understood , because the mechanism where they live is made of emptiness , of nothing , of something that has no substance , concreteness and coherence .→ You are loved children , but do not understand it, keep flattering from what surrounds you, abound in love and have a huge amount of love , but you give it in exchange for what does not belong to you.
→ 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 .
→ The justice between me and you is not of the world , it is not reflected in guilt , it is of the spirit of the father , it is to have understanding of the relationship between me as father and you as sons , it is reflected , it spreads in the love that is not poor , not solitary , not superficial , it is deep , complete , that, if it is already known and possessed , it fills , transforms my son .
→ The crossroads between the way of eternity and the way of the world is a turbulent area , to be crossed with caution , balance and confidence .→ When the bad thoughts and worries of everyday life torment you, son , approach me with confidence and they will go away .→ To find me and find yourself , you don 't need to feel guilty , all you need is a simple mental act , addressing me with confidence .→ Confidently remember me, our relationship , who we are , our unbridgeable difference from the world , how the world works to obscure your knowledge and unbalance you.
Relative arguments