Here is love, love me, listen to me.
Above all love
A hidden inheritance
- of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica
Argument
- → I, the Lord God, speak to my children in silence, in joy, in sadness, continuously, with strength, and I wait for the brave ones who love me.
- → Man needs to understand this love, my love, his love, can do it in silence, can not do it in a world full of noise, vanity, appearance, seduction, which makes him prisoner of a sick and not existent love.
- → If you look in silence you will understand more importantly, what completes your existence, that apparent envelope which inebriates, imprisons you into an iniquitous and failing system.
- → Stop and listen in the silence of life.
- → 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.
- → 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.
- → Too much makes you worry, too little leads you to unawareness.
Relative arguments