I love my children, I know that my children love me, they already possess love, they do not bring out love because they are taken by the poverty and misery of the world.
Above all love A hidden inheritance
of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica Argument
→ The world is a fictitious building , based on selfishness , that breaks down, crushes and weakens my children , identity , love and thoughts .→ Among my children , someone knows me, many do not know me yet, they wander in search of something which can take their thoughts , they love nonexistent platforms , vain , useless things of the world , they turn and turn around to empty thoughts to fill up these thoughts .
Relative arguments