Rejoice in this love with joy, like a child who does not grow up, who lives the days with care, with small and big gestures in love.
Above all love
A hidden inheritance
- of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica
Argument
- → My children don't feel loved.
- → Now my children feel they are not understood, because the mechanism where they live is made of emptiness, of nothing, of something that has no substance, concreteness and coherence.
- → 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.
- → Live for me every day even with a single thought, with a single gesture, with love, smiling happily at being children.
- → Worry with cheerfulness for me.
- → Rejoice in this love with joy, like a child who does not grow up, who lives the days with care, with small and big gestures in love.
- → Whoever loves does not contain or limit this joy, every day he lives thoughtless, cheerful, he moves with joy, with love in front of me because he recognizes me as God, father and Master.
- → I desire happy children, who live rejoicing of me and them.
- → The world invades my son overwhelmingly, in anguish, it has no law, no rule of love, it uses means that overwhelm, it destroys every one of my sons until it plunges him into destruction, it uses my son, it takes possession of my son without delicacy, without gentleness, without love, it struggles to possess, to use my son with pain, with torment and with breathlessness.
- → For me, it is better to see my son worrying sweetly for me and not brutally for the world.
- → I could do differently and make you mine directly.
- → I have leaved my children free of search, discover, find me, that every man would seek me freely and in a personal way.
- → I could accomplish everything done from the beginning and immediately.
- → I wanted, and not cruelty, that my child alone would seek me with what I put into his being son, that with his thoughts, heart, reason he would find, discover in joy me and the only beauty between me father and him child.
Relative arguments