With my love, for love I do everything, I give you tenderness, joy, peace, truth of children, I envelop you, I hold you in hand, I embrace you, I keep you close and love you.
Above all love A hidden inheritance
of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica Argument
→ You fight , act disorderly , confusingly , sometimes you do not understand all that surrounds you, that gives you pain and anguish .→ 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 .→ 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 .→ You are loved children , but do not understand it, keep flattering from what surrounds you, abound in love and have a huge amount of love , but you give it in exchange for what does not belong to you.
→ Fatigue , torment and pester yourselves gently for me.→ I desire children , I do not desire ghosts , weak , fragile men , without love , disappointed , deceived , insecure , afraid of loving and being loved .→ I am not cruel , a God who has rancor and sorrow .
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