Blessed is the man who embraces in every moment the certainty of being a beloved son, who is not confused, who sees clearly everything, who I am, who he is, what is love, who recognizes of being child of light and not of darkness, who can not be dragged from what is vain, who fills himself of his essence of love and completes his existence in love.
Above all love A hidden inheritance
of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica Argument
→ Every child is desired , wanted and loved forever.→ You are part of me, a loved , desired and wanted part .→ My love overwhelms and makes you free , free to love , free in the knowledge towards me, free in joy , in a freedom that makes my children in the continuous desire to look for me, to love me, to be completely mine .→ I want you to love me at every moment of the day and night , that your gaze does not rest on me with torment or difficulty , but rest on me with love , the great love that I have placed within you.
→ When you are unable to love me, to love yourselves , to think of me, to live for me, do it, love me more , I, the Lord , present myself , call you by name and ask you for love .→ From you I do not want torments , judgments , empty words , confused , throwing here and there in the world , I want words that go beyond the sound , calling me father and dad .→ I, the Lord , wish that you love in joy , without sorrow , that every day you slip what does not belong to me with lightness and sobriety .→ I delicately ask to you love , until you reach me, the father who understands your levels , is near you with care , listens and transforms everything in love .
→ 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 .→ The world and the flesh live and feed themselves of this fragility and weakness of every man , and succeed to drag my children in a poverty which insists overbearingly in your life until crush and make tottering your existence in something of nonexistent , in a poverty which has relation with the anger , the disappointment and every kind of illness and vanity .→ My children must recognize the poverty , the misery of the world , which hurts them, look inside themselves , wonder who they are , where they come from, who they belong to, who I am , what our relationship is , look at the world , what surrounds them, they must recognize why they feel weak , fragile , without resources .
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