Rejoice in this love with joy, like a child who does not grow up, who lives the days with care, with small and big gestures in love.

Rejoice in this love with joy, like a child who does not grow up, who lives the days with care, with small and big gestures in love.

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Above all love
A hidden inheritance

of Francesco Arista and Antonella Molica

Argument

→ Do not get tired of looking.

→ Do not worry with thoughts which deceive and disappoint you.
→ I'm not deluding and not seductive.
→ I want my children to have more abandonment, trust and listening towards me, not to let themselves be taken by discouragement, disappointment, the inconsistency of the world, to rejoice in every moment lived with me, for me, and to confide in me.
→ Let the world end, do not worry about it.
→ Do not worry about anything, stay with me.

→ Do not worry if sometimes you do not look for me, taken by the torments and the pesters of a life spent in the world.

→ Do not worry about how much you love.

→ Loving even for few moments of love towards me is huge and full of me.

→ I know your afflictions and your fears of love.

→ I want you to have no trouble and do not be afraid to love me.

→ I, the Lord, wish that you love in joy, without sorrow, that every day you slip what does not belong to me with lightness and sobriety.
→ Remove and reject you too the world, which is neither yours nor mine.

→ My children don't feel loved.

→ I, the love, am there, even if you do not estimate, if you do not understand this love, in not thinking of me, in non-silence, troubled in the ways of the world, on wrong paths, involved in an egoistic, confused, unclear, not limpid love, in the most desperate, intricate, with no way out situations.
→ Rejoice in this love with joy, like a child who does not grow up, who lives the days with care, with small and big gestures in love.
→ I desire your love, I don't want your pain, that you toil and suffer.

→ Do not bother about what is vain, not important and nothing.

→ Worry with cheerfulness for me.

→ Rejoice in this love with joy, like a child who does not grow up, who lives the days with care, with small and big gestures in love.

→ Put out gently, freely, without fear or affection what I have put in you.

→ I'm not deluding and not seductive.

→ To get excited is to bring out of reason and heart what is good or bad for you and live it with me.
→ Their emotions, feelings, sorrows and joys start from the thoughts and the heart.
→ Your choices are not conscious, not dictated by heart or by reason, are dictated by the world that oppresses you, it deludes you, finally throws you away and destroys you.
→ The desire of me arises in every son from knowledge, thoughts, the heart where I have already placed it, it stands out and spreads itself, makes you desiring with all your strength to be mine, to want me, to stand by and to living with me until you can no longer stay without me.

→ Your whole life is busy, revolves around empty, non-existent things, nothingness, loses sight of existing things, such as my love for you, your love for me and the light of which you are in the presence.

→ I want my children to have more abandonment, trust and listening towards me, not to let themselves be taken by discouragement, disappointment, the inconsistency of the world, to rejoice in every moment lived with me, for me, and to confide in me.

→ 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 secret of your life, of my life is that love in every form is at first imperfect, it becomes perfect if you trust me and in yourself, and at the point of arrival is accomplished in full.

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