With my love, for love I do everything, I give you tenderness, joy, peace, truth of children, I envelop you, I hold you in hand, I embrace you, I keep you close and love you.
Above all love A hidden inheritance
of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica Argument
→ Yet you let yourselves be involved in a world built on null, empty elements , in which there is nothing , absolutely nothing .→ This emptiness , this absence of substance , of reason , of heart , makes you slaves , prisoners of an empty world , which makes you believe you are deficient , exploits your deficiencies , makes you do what it wants .→ 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