The son who can love me is always in love, in joy, in light, in harmony, in the balance, that makes him shine not so little, but so overwhelming and strong in his greatness, that he expands himself in light, in love and in joy, and that all his being lives in the light.

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Above all love
A hidden inheritance

of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica

Argument

→ I, the eternal father, love you, I overwhelm every being with my love, I caress you and keep you united in eternal love.

→ Call me father, dad, my eternal sweet father, good and dear.

→ Explode with love for me.

→ Inflame yourselves.

→ I fill, possess and overwhelm my children.
→ Now you know, you know me, the father who loves, you know only that I love, free and possess.

→ My love is indissoluble, indestructible, gives heat, inflames, burns and excites.

→ I love everyone of you of a big, founded, sweeping and upsetting love

→ I, the Lord God, call you by name and whisper words of love.

→ My glance, my sweetness and my love is for my children.

→ I speak of belonging, descending of love, of that love that is consumed and inflames only for you.

→ Everything in me reflects a love, speaks of a love that overwhelms you, enters you, possesses every son, every man.

→ Whenever your thoughts torment you, pester you, think about me, father, that it is not worth that those thoughts overcome, confuse you, think of me even stronger and with a gentle force.

→ My children are not weak, fragile, they must recognize, understand that such poverty can be enriched in me, that all the miseries that surround them, overwhelm them, is not misery and is richness.

→ My son's heart has to beat and palpate for me at every moment of the day.

→ In front of love I am moved like a child by the sweetness of a mother and the tenderness of a father.
→ Each encounter is tender sweetness and love.
→ I love you with tenderness, with sweetness, always, first and for ever.
→ When my child discovers this beauty, knowledge, he can no longer do without me, belong to me, stay with me and I am enough.
→ 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.

→ The son who can love me is always in love, in joy, in light, in harmony, in the balance, that makes him shine not so little, but so overwhelming and strong in his greatness, that he expands himself in light, in love and in joy, and that all his being lives in the light.

→ I want infinite love and I give it to you.

→ Just love me.

→ I'm enough for you.

→ Then you'll see, you won't be dragged away, overwhelmed by the illusion of the world.

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