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
→ Each of my children becomes a ghost that wanders along deceptive roads , does not recognize his and my identity , possesses a not vain , great love , throws himself into extreme choices , lets himself be overwhelmed by the evil that the world has taught him to travel , he does not recognize the beauty of God the Father , the love between father and son , he is clouded by something apparent , which is fixed deeply in his thoughts , in his memory , he is unable to work for my kingdom , for himself , not he knows what possesses him and harms him .
Relative arguments