Here is love, love me, listen to me.
Above all love
A hidden inheritance
- of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica
Argument
- → Today, every day, I am here with you, I look at you, I listen to you, I hold you by the hand, in my heart, in my thoughts, so tight as to make me feel in my whole being, to make you stop, detach from the things of the world. and really look for me.
- → My children struggle, climb, in a life that passes in trouble, in the poverty of love, of reason, they believe they are limited, they have thoughts that do not develop towards me, ears that do not listen, a heart as big as the mine, which they themselves limit in love.
- → 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.
- → Too much makes you worry, too little leads you to unawareness.
Relative arguments