„My dear child. Let me address you like this in the hope that one day I will be able to hear from your mouth the address that shakes my heart. Let me hope that one day I can be a father to you.
Relationship, that’s all I’ve always wanted, but my people often didn’t listen to my voice and didn’t care about me. Let me hope that I can encompass you with the tenderness of my heart. My joy will be when you receive as much of it as can fit in your heart.
Let’s establish a common language and become accustomed to our way of talking. I know I sometimes speak too quietly by your standards, but let’s get used to our communication style. I have no difficulty listening; I lean in to hear what you have to say, and I enjoy listening to you.
I assure you that I can hear well even when you speak quite quietly. Although words are still born in the depths of you, although you don’t even have a word on your tongue yet, I already know what you want to say. I want you to know that I have no difficulty listening or hearing: I will hear well what you ask for and what you turn to me with.
I know that many fathers are not interested in their children’s desires. And I know that many let themselves be called fathers, but do not bother with the desires and needs of children. Trust me, it’s not supposed to be like that.
Please tell me about your desires. I will bear them and not rebel over them. I’m not crusading you to destroy desires: the problem is not wanting something – the problem is not wanting anything anymore. I understand your desires, even if you may not understand them yourself, and I understand them when you know them, but you have to face the misunderstanding of those around you.
The problem is not wanting something – the problem is not wanting anything anymore.
I understand your desires because I understand you. I understand you. Tell me about your desires: I’m interested because I’m interested in you.
I do not sort your petitions according to the degree of grandeur: if you ask me for bread, it is as essential to me as when you ask me to deal with the burden of your wines. I know you are human and that you need both. You, too, remember that you are human: remember that he is also one who needs your forgiveness. So be human. Please be what you are.
I know you knocked on many Gothic gates, and many times you found banality behind them. You pulled away the baroque brocades and regretted not letting the curtains hang because your eyes were watering, not only because of the swirling dust.
I know that behind the renovated facade can hide an average functioning corporate company. I know that you knocked on the walls of your heart and remained sad because you always found what you were running from, from the places where your heart brought you.
And so now, please, I’m looking and knocking. Please let me fight for your heart and try. Let me show you that I am better and more than you think I am. I am better and I am more. I’m.“
