My children turn, spin, fall on the same difficulties, they can't understand, they can't comprehend my nature, the essence of God the father, this love given, which is only for all of them.
Above all love A hidden inheritance
of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica Argument
→ I live for you and you for me.
→ My children don 't feel loved .→ Now my children feel they are not understood , because the mechanism where they live is made of emptiness , of nothing , of something that has no substance , concreteness and coherence .→ My children must recognize the poverty , the misery of the world , which hurts them, look inside themselves , wonder who they are , where they come from, who they belong to, who I am , what our relationship is , look at the world , what surrounds them, they must recognize why they feel weak , fragile , without resources .
→ My children get involved in a pitiful , useless world , that seduces and then destroys them.→ Yet you let yourselves be involved in a world built on null, empty elements , in which there is nothing , absolutely nothing .→ Do not be fooled by the world , because in that state you can not be happy , in joy , because the world seduces and destroys .→ I will not leave you alone .→ If you love me, you can give me the center of your attention , put me first in you and leave material things in the background .
→ 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 .
→ 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