My children turn, spin, fall on the same difficulties, they can't understand, they can't comprehend my nature, the essence of God the father, this love given, which is only for all of them.
Above all love A hidden inheritance
of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica Argument
→ My child like you pursues , needs to reach a tormented , sick love , that is not, does not exists , does not make happy and that is the world .→ Every day my child awaits moments of greater love , that will not come without me, he fights and survives in the torments of the flesh and the world .→ 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.
Relative arguments