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.
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 .
Relative arguments