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
→ 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 .
→ In the world my children fight to affirm themselves , to fulfill themselves in love , they discover that I, the father , am there for them, with them, in hiding , in silence , they can see me, they find a light that is first small , then large , dazzling , which makes them mine and mine alone .→ My sons , knock down your insecurities , every illusion and disappointment , destroy what causes pain , poverty and deception , free yourself from what hurts you, reflecting in silence that evil can not do anything because I am the only , immortal and indestructible certainty .→ Those who love me can feel me in the silence of their hearts .
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