The knowledge of my love is the essence of my origin, the blossoming of the belief of my children, who enter into me, are part of me, the knowledge of their own thoughts and the thoughts that make you slaves.
Above all love A hidden inheritance
of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica Argument
→ What is visible is only visible , not safety , never makes my children happy , because they live a confused and disordered love .→ Day after day my children fight and pay an high price , because they can not listen to me when I shout sweetly of love .→ Given by a vacillating love need , you fall into the traps that the world has made available to you.→ But you are attached to the world , to the things of the world , you do not recognize me, the father who always loves you, deeply , and who treats you in love .
Relative arguments