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.

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.

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Above all love
A hidden inheritance

of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica

Argument

with power

→ Each encounter is tender sweetness and love.

→ You climb into useless vanity, you withdraw from my love, from the love that you possess and don't give.

→ My heart generates the essence of love, joy, and pain.

→ I love you with tenderness, with sweetness, always, first and for ever.

→ My project is the knowledge of me father, that knowledge of love, the conviction of never wanting to detach from me and of feeling me indispensable.

→ This accomplishment is the certainty of the man who feels loved, desired, wanted by me, who understands the love he has for me, that overcomes and brings him into my eternity of father.

→ I know your insecurities, frailties that are broken down with me and your love.

→ You fight, act disorderly, confusingly, sometimes you do not understand all that surrounds you, that gives you pain and anguish.

→ This love makes him fully acquainted with himself and me.

→ To love means to understand in love, to abandon oneself completely, to trust and let oneself go in me.

→ 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.

→ Now you know what can hurt you, what does not make you know me and you, who are love.

→ My children who are not yet completely in the light, who see little light, climb, wander around the world in search of light, love, are in search of themselves, of me, of the meaning of their existence and life.

Recurrences in the text

→ Each encounter is tender sweetness and love.
→ You climb into useless vanity, you withdraw from my love, from the love that you possess and don't give.
→ My heart generates the essence of love, joy, and pain.
→ I love you with tenderness, with sweetness, always, first and for ever.
→ My project is the knowledge of me father, that knowledge of love, the conviction of never wanting to detach from me and of feeling me indispensable.
→ This accomplishment is the certainty of the man who feels loved, desired, wanted by me, who understands the love he has for me, that overcomes and brings him into my eternity of father.
→ I know your insecurities, frailties that are broken down with me and your love.
→ You fight, act disorderly, confusingly, sometimes you do not understand all that surrounds you, that gives you pain and anguish.
→ This love makes him fully acquainted with himself and me.
→ To love means to understand in love, to abandon oneself completely, to trust and let oneself go in me.
→ 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.
→ Now you know what can hurt you, what does not make you know me and you, who are love.
→ My children who are not yet completely in the light, who see little light, climb, wander around the world in search of light, love, are in search of themselves, of me, of the meaning of their existence and life.

Relative arguments