My children are woven of love, for this love need they are driven to the streets of the world, where they seek love and freedom to love.

My children are woven of love, for this love need they are driven to the streets of the world, where they seek love and freedom to love.

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Above all love
A hidden inheritance

of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica

Argument

→ You tremble because I circulate in you and possess you in love.

→ My children are woven of love, for this love need they are driven to the streets of the world, where they seek love and freedom to love.

→ What is visible is only visible, not safety, never makes my children happy, because they live a confused and disordered love.
→ Day after day my children fight and pay an high price, because they can not listen to me when I shout sweetly of love.
→ Given by a vacillating love need, you fall into the traps that the world has made available to you.
→ But you are attached to the world, to the things of the world, you do not recognize me, the father who always loves you, deeply, and who treats you in love.

→ I transform this imperfection in perfection of love, because my project surpasses the world.

→ Now every piece of your life is crushed, you live a life broken by hate, falsity, seduction, vanity, by that world which makes you living as prisoners and not as children.
→ Everything will be done and each piece will take the place that it will have to take in the greatness of God.
→ The world and the flesh live and feed themselves of this fragility and weakness of every man, and succeed to drag my children in a poverty which insists overbearingly in your life until crush and make tottering your existence in something of nonexistent, in a poverty which has relation with the anger, the disappointment and every kind of illness and vanity.

→ 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.

→ Every day my children are overwhelmed by the world.

→ The world keeps my children constantly testing with a useless, superficial and empty mechanism.

→ In the world there is no substance, knowledge, root, there is seduction, poverty, misery of reason, knowledge, and heart.

→ The world does not make my children free, it makes my children slaves and prisoners of an invention of the world.

→ Come to me rejoicing, without throwing on yourself the miseries and poverty of the world.

→ They love the things of the world, that are not worth loving.

→ The world can not give you anything, it gives you only an empty, hypocrite, false, seductive, vain existence and life.

Recurrences in the text

→ You tremble because I circulate in you and possess you in love.
→ My children are woven of love, for this love need they are driven to the streets of the world, where they seek love and freedom to love.
→ What is visible is only visible, not safety, never makes my children happy, because they live a confused and disordered love.
→ I transform this imperfection in perfection of love, because my project surpasses the world.
→ Everything will be done and each piece will take the place that it will have to take in the greatness of God.
→ 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.
→ Every day my children are overwhelmed by the world.
→ The world keeps my children constantly testing with a useless, superficial and empty mechanism.
→ In the world there is no substance, knowledge, root, there is seduction, poverty, misery of reason, knowledge, and heart.
→ The world does not make my children free, it makes my children slaves and prisoners of an invention of the world.
→ Come to me rejoicing, without throwing on yourself the miseries and poverty of the world.
→ They love the things of the world, that are not worth loving.
→ The world can not give you anything, it gives you only an empty, hypocrite, false, seductive, vain existence and life.

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