Rejoice in this love with joy, like a child who does not grow up, who lives the days with care, with small and big gestures in love.

Rejoice in this love with joy, like a child who does not grow up, who lives the days with care, with small and big gestures in love.

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Above all love
A hidden inheritance

of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica

Argument

→ Your nature is love.

→ Do not worry with thoughts which deceive and disappoint you.

→ Do not worry if sometimes you do not look for me, taken by the torments and the pesters of a life spent in the world.

→ Do not worry about how much you love.

→ Loving even for few moments of love towards me is huge and full of me.

→ I want children full of love, in joy, who do not worry in the seek, who live in me, for me and in the delicacy of this love.
→ I am the father who only works with and for love, who wants children living in him and for him.
→ To call oneself son and father is the certainty, the security of dwelling and living in me, forever.
→ Everything makes sense and lives in me.
→ This love leads into itself, in a light that expands itself until it makes you mine and you live into me.

→ Live for me every day even with a single thought, with a single gesture, with love, smiling happily at being children.
→ Worry with cheerfulness for me.
→ Rejoice in this love with joy, like a child who does not grow up, who lives the days with care, with small and big gestures in love.
→ Whoever loves does not contain or limit this joy, every day he lives thoughtless, cheerful, he moves with joy, with love in front of me because he recognizes me as God, father and Master.
→ I desire happy children, who live rejoicing of me and them.

→ I want you to have no trouble and do not be afraid to love me.

→ 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.

→ Do not bother about what is vain, not important and nothing.
→ Put out gently, freely, without fear or affection what I have put in you.
→ Their emotions, feelings, sorrows and joys start from the thoughts and the heart.

→ Rejoice in this love with joy, like a child who does not grow up, who lives the days with care, with small and big gestures in love.

→ Put out gently, freely, without fear or affection what I have put in you.

→ I'm not deluding and not seductive.

→ No one can take away this beauty.

→ Love is me.

→ Love are my children.

→ Your whole life is busy, revolves around empty, non-existent things, nothingness, loses sight of existing things, such as my love for you, your love for me and the light of which you are in the presence.

→ Every day I look at you running every trouble and choice.

→ 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.

→ Whoever loves does not contain or limit this joy, every day he lives thoughtless, cheerful, he moves with joy, with love in front of me because he recognizes me as God, father and Master.

→ Let the world end, do not worry about it.

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