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
→ You fight , act disorderly , confusingly , sometimes you do not understand all that surrounds you, that gives you pain and anguish .→ 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 .→ 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 .→ You are loved children , but do not understand it, keep flattering from what surrounds you, abound in love and have a huge amount of love , but you give it in exchange for what does not belong to you.
→ The world tries to keep you from knowing me, but you can love me in the world .→ You are by nature infinitely stronger and bigger than the world , and if you want it all the way , you can achieve yourself .→ The world is only good at lying , it cannot deceive those who know that they belong to the truth in an indissoluble way .→ You are completely true , you are me, you have me in essence and destiny , you are only mine forever.→ If and when you know who you're , you can let go , you can trust me, love me and let me act .→ Don 't confuse me with the world 's way of being , with what it isn 't.
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