Sweetly scream father we love you, we want to be with you, you are unique to us.

Sweetly scream father we love you, we want to be with you, you are unique to us.

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Above all love
A hidden inheritance

of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica

Argument

→ Sweetly scream father we love you, we want to be with you, you are unique to us.

→ I desire children in the light, of the light, not tormented, who do not drag the world behind them, who think me and who love me.

→ 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.

→ Day after day my children live bombarded by situations they don't want and find themselves living.

→ What surrounds man is disappointing and illusory.

→ Do not bother yourself or worry about the patterns of the world.

→ Do not look to the world, to poverty, but to me, to the father and to the wealth that I am.
→ I am not poverty.
→ My children struggle, climb, in a life that passes in trouble, in the poverty of love, of reason, they believe they are limited, they have thoughts that do not develop towards me, ears that do not listen, a heart as big as the mine, which they themselves limit in love.
→ My children have to work to know me better, to look in better and to recognize their poverty in the world.

→ Recognizing their poverty in the world, they understand well that the world deceives them and makes them do things that are not theirs.

→ The image that the world gives to my children makes them insecure and drags them into what is miserable.

→ Do not get tired.

→ Do not love the illusion.

→ Each of my children becomes a ghost that wanders along deceptive roads, does not recognize his and my identity, possesses a not vain, great love, throws himself into extreme choices, lets himself be overwhelmed by the evil that the world has taught him to travel, he does not recognize the beauty of God the Father, the love between father and son, he is clouded by something apparent, which is fixed deeply in his thoughts, in his memory, he is unable to work for my kingdom, for himself, not he knows what possesses him and harms him.
→ Every my child has uncertainties that are not his own, that the world has labeled, sculpted, he lives spotted by an useless label given him from the world, he must only be able to find me, my light, his light and his love.

→ From every child, from every ruin of my child I build things that are not of the world, that are extraordinary events.

→ If you want it I'm there for you, with love.

→ This process will be carried out whether man wants it or not, it is a destiny and its time depends on man.

→ We are one single reality.

→ My children can choose me if they want.

Recurrences in the text

→ Sweetly scream father we love you, we want to be with you, you are unique to us.
→ I desire children in the light, of the light, not tormented, who do not drag the world behind them, who think me and who love me.
→ 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.
→ Day after day my children live bombarded by situations they don't want and find themselves living.
→ What surrounds man is disappointing and illusory.
→ Do not bother yourself or worry about the patterns of the world.
→ My children have to work to know me better, to look in better and to recognize their poverty in the world.
→ Recognizing their poverty in the world, they understand well that the world deceives them and makes them do things that are not theirs.
→ The image that the world gives to my children makes them insecure and drags them into what is miserable.
→ Do not get tired.
→ Do not love the illusion.
→ Every my child has uncertainties that are not his own, that the world has labeled, sculpted, he lives spotted by an useless label given him from the world, he must only be able to find me, my light, his light and his love.
→ From every child, from every ruin of my child I build things that are not of the world, that are extraordinary events.
→ If you want it I'm there for you, with love.
→ This process will be carried out whether man wants it or not, it is a destiny and its time depends on man.
→ We are one single reality.
→ My children can choose me if they want.

Relative arguments