Among my children, someone knows me, many do not know me yet, they wander in search of something which can take their thoughts, they love nonexistent platforms, vain, useless things of the world, they turn and turn around to empty thoughts to fill up these thoughts.
Above all love A hidden inheritance
of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica Argument
→ In the world my children fight to affirm themselves , to fulfill themselves in love , they discover that I, the father , am there for them, with them, in hiding , in silence , they can see me, they find a light that is first small , then large , dazzling , which makes them mine and mine alone .
→ Do not hate .→ If you do not know how to love me, do not hate , do not destroy yourselves , do not feel defeated , because in this imperfection , every day , I reveal , I see the desire , the commitment and the fatigue you put .→ I create and not destroy , love and not hate , and I am not the darkness in this dark world , because I am the light .→ Contemplate the illusion , do not fight it, do not despise it, do not love it, do not hate it, observe its emptiness .→ Desire without hatred the end of your pain , the murderous evil .→ Do not judge , do not hate and you will live happily .→ Love and do not hate .
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