Blessed are my children who allow themselves to be transformed, molded by me, who abandon themselves, trust me, because I desire the greatest good and love for them.
Above all love A hidden inheritance
of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica Argument
→ I desire children in the light , of the light , not tormented , who do not drag the world behind them, who think me and who love me.→ When I see you in your weakness , in your pain , in the life that passes , that drags in the pain , I tell to leave every noise , every deception , the world and the flesh .→ Let me own you and drag you to me.→ The image that the world gives to my children makes them insecure and drags them into what is miserable .
Relative arguments