Rejoice in this love with joy, like a child who does not grow up, who lives the days with care, with small and big gestures in love.

Rejoice in this love with joy, like a child who does not grow up, who lives the days with care, with small and big gestures in love.

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Above all love
A hidden inheritance

of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica

Argument

devastation

→ Do not worry if sometimes you do not look for me, taken by the torments and the pesters of a life spent in the world.
→ Do not worry about how much you love.
→ Loving even for few moments of love towards me is huge and full of me.

→ Do not worry about how much you love.

→ Loving even for few moments of love towards me is huge and full of me.

→ I want children full of love, in joy, who do not worry in the seek, who live in me, for me and in the delicacy of this love.

→ I know your afflictions and your fears of love.

→ I want you to have no trouble and do not be afraid to love me.

→ I, the Lord, wish that you love in joy, without sorrow, that every day you slip what does not belong to me with lightness and sobriety.

→ My children don't feel loved.

→ Do not bother about what is vain, not important and nothing.

→ You are dressed in love inside and out of you.
→ Worry with cheerfulness for me.
→ No one can take away this beauty.
→ Love is me.
→ Love are my children.

→ Rejoice in this love with joy, like a child who does not grow up, who lives the days with care, with small and big gestures in love.

→ Put out gently, freely, without fear or affection what I have put in you.

→ I'm not deluding and not seductive.

→ To get excited is to bring out of reason and heart what is good or bad for you and live it with me.
→ Their emotions, feelings, sorrows and joys start from the thoughts and the heart.
→ Your choices are not conscious, not dictated by heart or by reason, are dictated by the world that oppresses you, it deludes you, finally throws you away and destroys you.
→ The desire of me arises in every son from knowledge, thoughts, the heart where I have already placed it, it stands out and spreads itself, makes you desiring with all your strength to be mine, to want me, to stand by and to living with me until you can no longer stay without me.

→ Your whole life is busy, revolves around empty, non-existent things, nothingness, loses sight of existing things, such as my love for you, your love for me and the light of which you are in the presence.
→ Do not bother yourself or worry about the patterns of the world.
→ Every day I look at you running every trouble and choice.
→ For me, it is better to see my son worrying sweetly for me and not brutally for the world.

→ I want my children to have more abandonment, trust and listening towards me, not to let themselves be taken by discouragement, disappointment, the inconsistency of the world, to rejoice in every moment lived with me, for me, and to confide in me.

Recurrences in the text

→ Do not worry if sometimes you do not look for me, taken by the torments and the pesters of a life spent in the world.
→ Do not worry about how much you love.
→ Loving even for few moments of love towards me is huge and full of me.
→ I want children full of love, in joy, who do not worry in the seek, who live in me, for me and in the delicacy of this love.
→ I know your afflictions and your fears of love.
→ I want you to have no trouble and do not be afraid to love me.
→ I, the Lord, wish that you love in joy, without sorrow, that every day you slip what does not belong to me with lightness and sobriety.
→ My children don't feel loved.
→ Do not bother about what is vain, not important and nothing.
→ Worry with cheerfulness for me.
→ Rejoice in this love with joy, like a child who does not grow up, who lives the days with care, with small and big gestures in love.
→ Put out gently, freely, without fear or affection what I have put in you.
→ I'm not deluding and not seductive.
→ Their emotions, feelings, sorrows and joys start from the thoughts and the heart.
→ Your whole life is busy, revolves around empty, non-existent things, nothingness, loses sight of existing things, such as my love for you, your love for me and the light of which you are in the presence.
→ I want my children to have more abandonment, trust and listening towards me, not to let themselves be taken by discouragement, disappointment, the inconsistency of the world, to rejoice in every moment lived with me, for me, and to confide in me.

Relative arguments