My children are made to love and to be loved.
Above all love
A hidden inheritance
- of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica
Argument
- → My sons, I desire from you a sweet, great, loving, new heart, that can discover, listen, love me, pure, discovering the beauty of being sons, strong, loving me sincerely, ardently, faithfully, transforming every obstacle and every action made in love, every pain in gift.
- → 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.
- → 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.
- → Too much makes you worry, too little leads you to unawareness.
Relative arguments