My children are woven of love, for this love need they are driven to the streets of the world, where they seek love and freedom to love.
Above all love
A hidden inheritance
- of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica
Argument
- → I delicately ask to you love, until you reach me, the father who understands your levels, is near you with care, listens and transforms everything in love.
- → Behold, the meeting and love between you and me is a wonder.
- → Try to reach the goal, the objective, my love, me, peace, justice, my being, even yourself, even if now you can not reach yourself and me.
- → My light is infinite and reaches you.
- → Through this experience of pain, disappointment, illusion, deception, nagging, worry, fear, the man, the son, understands, recognizes that he does not live free, he lives as a slave.
- → 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.
- → When you can not find the way, listen in silence, with love, do not confuse me, your father, pure love with the world that is not pure and that is not love.
- → You must mature the love you already have, reach my soul in silence, with love, not immediately, through experiences addressed to me and through a path, because you are imperfect.
- → My son can reach me through my presence, silence, abandonment, trust and especially love.
- → In silence my son must listen to me, listen to himself, find me, find himself, rejoice in the abundance of love, of the new condition of me as father and him as son.
Relative arguments