Leave the rest, love me.

→ I am a father looking at you in the struggles, in the confusion, in the fears, in the troubles, in the fact that the world leads you in ways of disappointment and seduction.
→ Now every piece of your life is crushed, you live a life broken by hate, falsity, seduction, vanity, by that world which makes you living as prisoners and not as children.
→ My children are fought, struggling in the vanity of confusion, not living in intelligence, living in misery, wandering in places, thoughts that do not exist, that they can not recognize, because every day the world seduces, fascinates them, makes them weak and fragile.