Among my children, someone knows me, many do not know me yet, they wander in search of something which can take their thoughts, they love nonexistent platforms, vain, useless things of the world, they turn and turn around to empty thoughts to fill up these thoughts.
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 .
→ My children don 't feel loved .→ Now my children feel they are not understood , because the mechanism where they live is made of emptiness , of nothing , of something that has no substance , concreteness and coherence .→ My children must recognize the poverty , the misery of the world , which hurts them, look inside themselves , wonder who they are , where they come from, who they belong to, who I am , what our relationship is , look at the world , what surrounds them, they must recognize why they feel weak , fragile , without resources .
Relative arguments