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.

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.

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Above all love
A hidden inheritance

of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica

Argument

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→ My child like you pursues, needs to reach a tormented, sick love, that is not, does not exists, does not make happy and that is the world.

→ 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.

→ 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.

→ Arriving at this love, no man, no child needs the world anymore, because he already knows in depth, in a dimension of love, his condition is that of a child free from the world, from every sort of shell, armor that the world imposed on him, he is not a slave, a prisoner.

→ Distinguish the world from me, the invisible from the visible.

→ When I see you in your weakness, in your pain, in the life that passes, that drags in the pain, I tell to leave every noise, every deception, the world and the flesh.

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

→ You have resources and riches greater than the world.
→ My children must recognize the poverty, the misery of the world, which hurts them, look inside themselves, wonder who they are, where they come from, who they belong to, who I am, what our relationship is, look at the world, what surrounds them, they must recognize why they feel weak, fragile, without resources.
→ The world is not bigger than you.

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

→ Do not love the illusion.

→ The world can not do anything to you, it can not destroy this love between you and me, it can distort and deform only the reality that belongs to it.
→ My sons, knock down your insecurities, every illusion and disappointment, destroy what causes pain, poverty and deception, free yourself from what hurts you, reflecting in silence that evil can not do anything because I am the only, immortal and indestructible certainty.
→ Get rid of what torments you or makes you fall, because everything is supported by this love, I am the eternal rock, the pillar, the primary column and nothing can hurt you or fall you down.
→ Do not be afraid, the world can not do anything to you.
→ If you don't let it, the world can't do anything to you or possess you.

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

→ The world is not bigger than you.

Recurrences in the text

→ My child like you pursues, needs to reach a tormented, sick love, that is not, does not exists, does not make happy and that is the world.
→ 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.
→ 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.
→ Arriving at this love, no man, no child needs the world anymore, because he already knows in depth, in a dimension of love, his condition is that of a child free from the world, from every sort of shell, armor that the world imposed on him, he is not a slave, a prisoner.
→ Distinguish the world from me, the invisible from the visible.
→ When I see you in your weakness, in your pain, in the life that passes, that drags in the pain, I tell to leave every noise, every deception, the world and the flesh.
→ Recognizing their poverty in the world, they understand well that the world deceives them and makes them do things that are not theirs.
→ My children must recognize the poverty, the misery of the world, which hurts them, look inside themselves, wonder who they are, where they come from, who they belong to, who I am, what our relationship is, look at the world, what surrounds them, they must recognize why they feel weak, fragile, without resources.
→ The image that the world gives to my children makes them insecure and drags them into what is miserable.
→ Do not love the illusion.
→ My sons, knock down your insecurities, every illusion and disappointment, destroy what causes pain, poverty and deception, free yourself from what hurts you, reflecting in silence that evil can not do anything because I am the only, immortal and indestructible certainty.
→ From every child, from every ruin of my child I build things that are not of the world, that are extraordinary events.
→ The world is not bigger than you.

Relative arguments