Rejoice in this love with joy, like a child who does not grow up, who lives the days with care, with small and big gestures in love.
Above all love
A hidden inheritance
- of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica
Argument
- → Do not look to the world, to poverty, but to me, to the father and to the wealth that I am.
- → I am not poverty.
- → 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.
- → My children have to work to know me better, to look in better and to recognize their poverty in the world.
- → 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.
Relative arguments