I fill my children of love.
Above all love
A hidden inheritance
- of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica
Argument
- → Do not look to the world, to poverty, but to me, to the father and to the wealth that I am.
- → I am not poverty.
- → My children struggle, climb, in a life that passes in trouble, in the poverty of love, of reason, they believe they are limited, they have thoughts that do not develop towards me, ears that do not listen, a heart as big as the mine, which they themselves limit in love.
- → My children have to work to know me better, to look in better and to recognize their poverty in the world.
- → The man deluded by the world ignores my love for something that is nonexistent and he does not understand what exists.
- → Stay away from the flattery, the illusions of the world, from what the world sows, from what corrupts you and makes you weak.
- → My children are in charge of weights, burdens that oppress them everywhere, making them seduced, enraged, and attracted to nonexistent things.
- → The preciousness, the wonder of my love for my children, is not deceptive, false, it is true and does not disappoint.
- → This is the love that makes us meet, revealed, not illusory, in the fullness that I give to my children.
Relative arguments