Blessed are my children who allow themselves to be transformed, molded by me, who abandon themselves, trust me, because I desire the greatest good and love for them.
Above all love A hidden inheritance
of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica Argument
→ The world is a fictitious building , based on selfishness , that breaks down, crushes and weakens my children , identity , love and thoughts .→ Among my children , someone knows me, many do not know me yet, they wander in search of something which can take their thoughts , they love nonexistent platforms , vain , useless things of the world , they turn and turn around to empty thoughts to fill up these thoughts .
Relative arguments