Both, you and I, know love, the delicate ardor that esteems and promotes the other as himself.

Both, you and I, know love, the delicate ardor that esteems and promotes the other as himself.

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Above all love
A hidden inheritance

of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica

Argument

observe

→ Do as I do and you'll always be with me.

→ I am already in you, but knowledge in love will make you free, will bring you and lead you into endless light.
→ I exist in you, and you exist in me.
→ Look to my love for you and yours for me.
→ This is the wonder, God in man, the man God, to be free, full of light and love.
→ Do not fear the world, it can not do anything to you, as it can not do anything to me.

→ I am immortal like you and our relationship.

→ Both, you and I, know love, the delicate ardor that esteems and promotes the other as himself.

→ I will save man from the illusion of death.

→ I am always with you, I never leave you.

→ If you want me, you can love me.

→ Speak and it is I who speak.

→ Think about me.

→ If you neglect me, you lose everything, you plunge into pain, you do not live.

→ Do not forget me, never leave me, do not prefer the world, do not love nothingness.

→ My love is infinite, destined to win, it can not be rejected forever.

→ Every act, every thought, every moment not addressed to me is rubbish, promotion of illusion, unworthy choice of you and me, sin, if you like this word.

→ The illusion of evanescent pleasures and insistent fears wants to chain you in a painful, contradictory, apparently continuous temporality.

Recurrences in the text

→ Do as I do and you'll always be with me.
→ Do not fear the world, it can not do anything to you, as it can not do anything to me.
→ I am immortal like you and our relationship.
→ Both, you and I, know love, the delicate ardor that esteems and promotes the other as himself.
→ I will save man from the illusion of death.
→ I am always with you, I never leave you.
→ If you want me, you can love me.
→ Speak and it is I who speak.
→ Think about me.
→ If you neglect me, you lose everything, you plunge into pain, you do not live.
→ Do not forget me, never leave me, do not prefer the world, do not love nothingness.
→ My love is infinite, destined to win, it can not be rejected forever.
→ Every act, every thought, every moment not addressed to me is rubbish, promotion of illusion, unworthy choice of you and me, sin, if you like this word.
→ The illusion of evanescent pleasures and insistent fears wants to chain you in a painful, contradictory, apparently continuous temporality.

Relative arguments