To love me is simple, it is to be yourself, because you exist for my love and to love me.
Above all love
A hidden inheritance
- of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica
Argument
- → My children are fought, struggling in the vanity of confusion, not living in intelligence, living in misery, wandering in places, thoughts that do not exist, that they can not recognize, because every day the world seduces, fascinates them, makes them weak and fragile.
- → The world and the flesh live and feed themselves of this fragility and weakness of every man, and succeed to drag my children in a poverty which insists overbearingly in your life until crush and make tottering your existence in something of nonexistent, in a poverty which has relation with the anger, the disappointment and every kind of illness and vanity.
- → My children must recognize the poverty, the misery of the world, which hurts them, look inside themselves, wonder who they are, where they come from, who they belong to, who I am, what our relationship is, look at the world, what surrounds them, they must recognize why they feel weak, fragile, without resources.
- → I wish from you moments, instants of love, full of certainty and knowledge of the love I have for you and you for me.
- → I want to see children in light and in love.
- → Fatigue, torment and pester yourselves gently for me.
- → I desire children, I do not desire ghosts, weak, fragile men, without love, disappointed, deceived, insecure, afraid of loving and being loved.
- → I want each child to seek and find the pure source of love, love, coherence, security, clarity and transparency.
- → I desire children who love themselves, who love me, who love without delay, freely, as they are, with what they have, in the present time.
Relative arguments