I want my children to love me with the certainty of understanding that they are loved, that I am the only one who loves them strongly, with power and with all his being.
Above all love A hidden inheritance
of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica Argument
→ Every child is desired , wanted and loved forever.→ You are part of me, a loved , desired and wanted part .→ My love overwhelms and makes you free , free to love , free in the knowledge towards me, free in joy , in a freedom that makes my children in the continuous desire to look for me, to love me, to be completely mine .→ I want you to love me at every moment of the day and night , that your gaze does not rest on me with torment or difficulty , but rest on me with love , the great love that I have placed within you.
→ 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 .
→ I desire children in the light , of the light , not tormented , who do not drag the world behind them, who think me and who love me.→ When I see you in your weakness , in your pain , in the life that passes , that drags in the pain , I tell to leave every noise , every deception , the world and the flesh .→ Let me own you and drag you to me.→ The image that the world gives to my children makes them insecure and drags them into what is miserable .
→ 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