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
→ I, Lord God , look at you with tenderness , I join you in your torments , in your choices , at every moment , always, I never break from you, I never break the love for you, I know your disappointments , as you live in this world that does not love you and does not belong to you.→ When I see my tormented children , I understand their difficulties , that there is light but they do not see it, that I am there , but they prefer to me what belongs to the world and to the flesh .
Relative arguments