To love me is simple, it is to be yourself, because you exist for my love and to love me.
Above all love
A hidden inheritance
- of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica
Argument
- → 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.
- → The world is empty, uncertain, unreal, it's not your homeland, it has only a brief deceptive experience in common with you.
- → The world imposes considerable limits and illusions on you, which you must experience and which one day will appear to you for what they are, little, nothing, a game compared to what I give you.
- → This world proclaims and makes us experience the temporariness and precariousness of everything, in the false perspective of the final victory of pure nothingness, of total annihilation.
Relative arguments