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.
Above all love
A hidden inheritance
- of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica
Argument
- → 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.
- → 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.
- → 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.
Relative arguments