I love my children, I know that my children love me, they already possess love, they do not bring out love because they are taken by the poverty and misery of the world.
Above all love A hidden inheritance
of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica Argument
→ My children are fought , struggling in the vanity of confusion , not living in intelligence , living in misery , wandering in places , thoughts that do not exist , that they can not recognize , because every day the world seduces , fascinates them, makes them weak and fragile .→ The world and the flesh live and feed themselves of this fragility and weakness of every man , and succeed to drag my children in a poverty which insists overbearingly in your life until crush and make tottering your existence in something of nonexistent , in a poverty which has relation with the anger , the disappointment and every kind of illness and vanity .→ 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 .
→ Nervous , habitual , profound emotional inconstancy is painful , lacking in self -confidence and in one 's own purposes , but it can always evolve in the search and in the pursuit of a better state .→ If you try to adapt to what is happening by considering it true or valid , you end up being a victim , an incapable , a weak , at the mercy of anyone , fragmented , other than yourself .→ The world is by nature fragile , temporary , constantly trying to delude and disappoint you, to convince you that you have its nature , that you are fragile , temporary , and you belong to it.
Relative arguments