I love everyone of you of a big, founded, sweeping and upsetting love
Above all love
A hidden inheritance
- of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica
Argument
- → I, Lord God, look at you with tenderness, I join you in your torments, in your choices, at every moment, always, I never break from you, I never break the love for you, I know your disappointments, as you live in this world that does not love you and does not belong to you.
- → I bless my children as part of me, precious to me in the light, in the joy, in the love, in this revelation, created by me, recognized by me in the joy, in the pain, in the certainty, in the uncertainty, in the fears, in fragility, in abandonment to me and always.
Recurrences in the text
- → My name is sweet, overwhelming, passionate and enthusiastically enters into you.
- → I want you to love me, I always love you, in silence, joy and pain, I invite you to true, complete love that comes from within and shakes you hard, deep, intense.
- → I love everyone of you of a big, founded, sweeping and upsetting love
- → I, Lord God, look at you with tenderness, I join you in your torments, in your choices, at every moment, always, I never break from you, I never break the love for you, I know your disappointments, as you live in this world that does not love you and does not belong to you.
- → You are not separated from me.
- → Even when you do not think you are united with me.
- → Within me is the fire burning and consuming in love for you.
- → I bless my children as part of me, precious to me in the light, in the joy, in the love, in this revelation, created by me, recognized by me in the joy, in the pain, in the certainty, in the uncertainty, in the fears, in fragility, in abandonment to me and always.
- → My son's heart has to beat and palpate for me at every moment of the day.
- → Happy you when your hearts palpitate for me, you acknowledge my majesty, my royalty, above all my sweetness of father and dad.
- → I could accomplish everything done from the beginning and immediately.
- → Even the most terrible is always my son.
Relative arguments