I love my children, I know that my children love me, they already possess love, they do not bring out love because they are taken by the poverty and misery of the world.
Above all love A hidden inheritance
of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica Argument
→ I embrace you and I will attract all of you to me.→ With my love , for love I do everything , I give you tenderness , joy , peace , truth of children , I envelop you, I hold you in hand , I embrace you, I keep you close and love you.→ Love between me and you is not disappointing , it is full and embraces the whole existence between me and you.→ You are woven into love , embraced by love , part of me and a big part as I am in love .
→ I did all this for you.
→ I want them to push , that they head to love , that every attitude and thought is addressed to me.→ Even unthinking leads to me.→ Many enclosures , difficulties and confusions arise in the thoughts of every my child .→ I know before your every fear manifests itself , your every thought that torments you, your pains of the heart , what haunts you and makes you painful .→ I wanted , and not cruelty , that my child alone would seek me with what I put into his being son , that with his thoughts , heart , reason he would find , discover in joy me and the only beauty between me father and him child .
→ With this negative experience and in this difficult path , every my son found in me the only answer and the only important eternity , he knew the world , the power , the seduction and the illusion of achieving what is impossible , because nonexistent , he looked at me, he saw that I am important , that every son is important for me, that the certainty which the love produces on every my son is important , and he found me in trust and abandonment .
→ 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 .
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