My son is mine, joined to me, part of me in light, in love, in harmony, in the pure awareness of me and him.
Above all love
A hidden inheritance
- of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica
Argument
- → 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.
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