The children of my descent of love will sprout.

Above all love
A hidden inheritance

→ My child like you pursues, needs to reach a tormented, sick love, that is not, does not exists, does not make happy and that is the world.
→ Every day my child awaits moments of greater love, that will not come without me, he fights and survives in the torments of the flesh and the world.
→ I, Lord God, look at you with tenderness, I join you in your torments, in your choices, at every moment, always, I never break from you, I never break the love for you, I know your disappointments, as you live in this world that does not love you and does not belong to you.