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
of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica Argument
→ I, the love , am there , even if you do not estimate , if you do not understand this love , in not thinking of me, in non-silence , troubled in the ways of the world , on wrong paths , involved in an egoistic , confused , unclear , not limpid love , in the most desperate , intricate , with no way out situations .
→ I want every my child do the work of loving me insistently .→ I want every child of mine looks at me as father , master , looks my love , in himself , because he was created for love , to be my son , for my home , where I live , for eternal and endless life .→ 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.→ I want you have a great and no little knowledge .
→ I always bless my children who listen to my teachings , who let themselves be led by me, who rejoice in this revelation love me, who love themselves as sons and recognize the lineage between me and them.→ 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 .→ When you can not find the way , listen in silence , with love , do not confuse me, your father , pure love with the world that is not pure and that is not love .→ Today , every day , I am here with you, I look at you, I listen to you, I hold you by the hand , in my heart , in my thoughts , so tight as to make me feel in my whole being , to make you stop , detach from the things of the world . and really look for me.
→ 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 .
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