I bless my children as part of me, precious to me in the light, in the joy, in the love, in this revelation, created by me, recognized by me in the joy, in the pain, in the certainty, in the uncertainty, in the fears, in fragility, in abandonment to me and always.
Above all love A hidden inheritance
of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica Argument
→ Through this experience of pain , disappointment , illusion , deception , nagging , worry , fear , the man , the son , understands , recognizes that he does not live free , he lives as a slave .
→ I bless my children as part of me, precious to me in the light , in the joy , in the love , in this revelation , created by me, recognized by me in the joy , in the pain , in the certainty , in the uncertainty , in the fears , in fragility , in abandonment to me and always.
→ 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 .
→ Now every piece of your life is crushed , you live a life broken by hate , falsity , seduction , vanity , by that world which makes you living as prisoners and not as children .→ 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 .→ I participate in all that you live in the world , your joys and your sorrows .→ All the secret lies in recognizing that every poverty , lacking , and empty is not part of you and belongs to the world .
→ You fight , act disorderly , confusingly , sometimes you do not understand all that surrounds you, that gives you pain and anguish .→ I, the love , am there , even if you do not estimate , if you do not understand this love , in not thinking of me, in non-silence , troubled in the ways of the world , on wrong paths , involved in an egoistic , confused , unclear , not limpid love , in the most desperate , intricate , with no way out situations .→ Now my children feel they are not understood , because the mechanism where they live is made of emptiness , of nothing , of something that has no substance , concreteness and coherence .→ You are loved children , but do not understand it, keep flattering from what surrounds you, abound in love and have a huge amount of love , but you give it in exchange for what does not belong to you.
Relative arguments