My children struggle, climb, in a life that passes in trouble, in the poverty of love, of reason, they believe they are limited, they have thoughts that do not develop towards me, ears that do not listen, a heart as big as the mine, which they themselves limit in love.
Above all love A hidden inheritance
of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica Argument
→ I give to you, I welcome you as children and not as sinners .→ The beauty of love lies in this revelation between me father and you, seen as children , sprouts of the origin of God , of the father , and not as sinners .→ You are not sinners , you are children , creatures and mine .→ Remember in a delicate , sweet way that the father is love , he always moves in love for you, that you are always, forever, children , love and loved ones .
→ 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