Blessed are you who reach out and make love yours in all its forms, who love to the point of reaching me, staying with me, wishing not to move away from me and not being able to do without me.
Above all love A hidden inheritance
of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica Argument
→ When a child reaches me with desire I rush , shake and listen .→ I love you, I listen you and I ever am with you.→ The Lord God has spoken , he has listened , he has loved , he continues to love and generates love .→ 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 .→ Now I have spoken , continued to reveal , listened and heard .
→ Dear sons , seek love , goodness , peace and you will find me, flourish , do not let yourselves wither , shine , do not let yourselves be obscured , love continually , live for me, because I live for you, and do not let yourselves be struck by the iniquity of the world , which leads into darkness .→ The children of light feel confident , aware of the light that invades them continuously , of their identity , of my identity , of that revelation , and live happy with me.→ I want your heart to rise to me like that of a child and to continue to miss me→ The illusion of evanescent pleasures and insistent fears wants to chain you in a painful , contradictory , apparently continuous temporality .
Relative arguments