The certainty of love makes you children, makes my children understand that I am the only father, unique as perfect love, absolute harmony and 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.
→ Turn to me with jolts of love not small , swaying , fast , overwhelming , shattering even your life , which I have given you.→ Because I have transmitted and given to you the love of my being , you possess it, it is not impure , it is pure and it is a free love , which brings peace and justice .→ You already possess the eternal love that I have for you and I have given abundantly , with love and joy .→ I am a father , I perform wonders every day , I give in abundance , I do not stop , I work continuously .→ This is the love that makes us meet , revealed , not illusory , in the fullness that I give to my children .
→ In front of love I am moved like a child by the sweetness of a mother and the tenderness of a father .→ Each encounter is tender sweetness and love .→ I love you with tenderness , with sweetness , always, first and for ever.→ When my child discovers this beauty , knowledge , he can no longer do without me, belong to me, stay with me and I am enough .→ 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 .
Relative arguments