You are my garden, where every day good thoughts are born, good, love flowers that do not shake with the wind, which remain firm and supported by sunlight.
Above all love A hidden inheritance
of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica Argument
→ 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 .→ For me, it is better to see my son worrying sweetly for me and not brutally for the world .
Relative arguments