I, the love, am there, even if you do not estimate, if you do not understand this love, in not thinking of me, in non-silence, troubled in the ways of the world, on wrong paths, involved in an egoistic, confused, unclear, not limpid love, in the most desperate, intricate, with no way out situations.
Above all love A hidden inheritance
of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica Argument
→ I, the love , am there , even if you do not estimate , if you do not understand this love , in not thinking of me, in non-silence , troubled in the ways of the world , on wrong paths , involved in an egoistic , confused , unclear , not limpid love , in the most desperate , intricate , with no way out situations .
→ Lean strongly on the foundation of what makes you sure , which is me, build in an eternal temple , in the father 's house , where justice , glory , love and light reign .→ My children feel alone in wandering , in search of satisfying their existence , love they seek with force and they do not find in the world .→ I, the father , am the invisible , the fortress in the love that acts , is transmitted and expands from one being to another , by completing what I have created from the origin .→ I am only love , a strong , great God , who respects in love and does not use his children .→ Do not be afraid to love , to live in love , to live for me, because the Lord comes with strength in your hearts , in your reason , and even in your reason for existence .
→ 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 .→ Get rid of what the world and the flesh make you believe .→ Do not believe the judgments of the world or those who identify with the world .→ If you do not remember me, the world invades your conscience , conditions you, robs you of your transcendent nature , possesses you, makes you believe that you are similar , mortal , fragile .→ This world says that everything is temporary .→ The voice of the world denies me completely or simulates being me.
Relative arguments