I want children full of love, in joy, who do not worry in the seek, who live in me, for me and in the delicacy of this love.

I want children full of love, in joy, who do not worry in the seek, who live in me, for me and in the delicacy of this love.

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Above all love
A hidden inheritance

of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica

Argument

absolute

→ All your life turns and moves around me.

→ Live the love like children of the father.

→ I want children full of love, in joy, who do not worry in the seek, who live in me, for me and in the delicacy of this love.

→ I am the father who only works with and for love, who wants children living in him and for him.

→ I do vibrate and live.

→ My child like you pursues, needs to reach a tormented, sick love, that is not, does not exists, does not make happy and that is the world.

→ Every day my child awaits moments of greater love, that will not come without me, he fights and survives in the torments of the flesh and the world.

→ I, Lord God, look at you with tenderness, I join you in your torments, in your choices, at every moment, always, I never break from you, I never break the love for you, I know your disappointments, as you live in this world that does not love you and does not belong to you.

→ 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.
→ What surrounds man is disappointing and illusory.
→ Love between me and you is not disappointing, it is full and embraces the whole existence between me and you.

→ To call oneself son and father is the certainty, the security of dwelling and living in me, forever.
→ The fact that I love you is what matters, the only certainty, the great mystery of God and love.

→ I, the Lord God, am the harmony of every being and son.
→ Enter, live within you harmony, completeness and joy.

→ 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.

→ Everything makes sense and lives in me.

→ This is love, the father.
→ Let yourself be loved and involved in love.
→ I live of love and in love for you.
→ My soul, my spirit, my whole being is and above all lives in love.
→ Love makes it shine and light.

→ To get excited is to let out everything that is inside, in reason, in the heart, to let out from within a love so strong as to make every part of your being children tremble, shake and vibrate.

→ I hold my children by hand, I am always with them.

Recurrences in the text

→ All your life turns and moves around me.
→ Live the love like children of the father.
→ I want children full of love, in joy, who do not worry in the seek, who live in me, for me and in the delicacy of this love.
→ I am the father who only works with and for love, who wants children living in him and for him.
→ I do vibrate and live.
→ My child like you pursues, needs to reach a tormented, sick love, that is not, does not exists, does not make happy and that is the world.
→ Every day my child awaits moments of greater love, that will not come without me, he fights and survives in the torments of the flesh and the world.
→ I, Lord God, look at you with tenderness, I join you in your torments, in your choices, at every moment, always, I never break from you, I never break the love for you, I know your disappointments, as you live in this world that does not love you and does not belong to you.
→ 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.
→ To call oneself son and father is the certainty, the security of dwelling and living in me, forever.
→ Enter, live within you harmony, completeness and joy.
→ 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.
→ Everything makes sense and lives in me.
→ Love makes it shine and light.
→ To get excited is to let out everything that is inside, in reason, in the heart, to let out from within a love so strong as to make every part of your being children tremble, shake and vibrate.
→ I hold my children by hand, I am always with them.

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