I love you with tenderness, with sweetness, always, first and for ever.
Above all love
A hidden inheritance
- of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica
Argument
- → In front of love I am moved like a child by the sweetness of a mother and the tenderness of a father.
- → Each encounter is tender sweetness and love.
- → I love you with tenderness, with sweetness, always, first and for ever.
- → When my child discovers this beauty, knowledge, he can no longer do without me, belong to me, stay with me and I am enough.
- → The world invades my son overwhelmingly, in anguish, it has no law, no rule of love, it uses means that overwhelm, it destroys every one of my sons until it plunges him into destruction, it uses my son, it takes possession of my son without delicacy, without gentleness, without love, it struggles to possess, to use my son with pain, with torment and with breathlessness.
- → I want the advertisement of me gentle, sweet, made with intelligence, aware of this eternal love and truth.
- → I want your choice to be directed to me, the only, true good, love that possesses you, takes you in arms with sweetness and delicacy.
- → I wish that you think of me whenever you do not enjoy or do not rejoice.
- → I wish you all have in life a purpose, I, the only reason for existence.
- → I want them to push, that they head to love, that every attitude and thought is addressed to me.
- → Now I have spoken and you have heard my words.
- → Blessed are my children who proclaim that I am father and God, they see themselves as part of me, they live every day for me rejoicing in this bliss of encounter manifested, directed in love, they listen, they hear my words to the point of making them blessed in the heart and reason.
- → Be instrument, bearers, witnesses of peace, hope, love, and my word.
- → My sons, I desire from you a sweet, great, loving, new heart, that can discover, listen, love me, pure, discovering the beauty of being sons, strong, loving me sincerely, ardently, faithfully, transforming every obstacle and every action made in love, every pain in gift.
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