I scrutinize you, I recognize love, the delicacy of love, I guard love, I cradle you and am all love.
Above all love
A hidden inheritance
- of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica
Argument
- → With my love, for love I do everything, I give you tenderness, joy, peace, truth of children, I envelop you, I hold you in hand, I embrace you, I keep you close and love you.
- → I look at you every instant and moment with love, I am here now for every man, sweetness, tenderness and absolute love.
- → With my delicacy and tenderness I shake every son.
- → 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.
Relative arguments