The son who can love me is always in love, in joy, in light, in harmony, in the balance, that makes him shine not so little, but so overwhelming and strong in his greatness, that he expands himself in light, in love and in joy, and that all his being lives in the light.
Above all love A hidden inheritance
of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica Argument
→ The justice between me and you is not of the world , it is not reflected in guilt , it is of the spirit of the father , it is to have understanding of the relationship between me as father and you as sons , it is reflected , it spreads in the love that is not poor , not solitary , not superficial , it is deep , complete , that, if it is already known and possessed , it fills , transforms my son .
→ In the world my children fight to affirm themselves , to fulfill themselves in love , they discover that I, the father , am there for them, with them, in hiding , in silence , they can see me, they find a light that is first small , then large , dazzling , which makes them mine and mine alone .
Relative arguments