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When I read about the relationships between you and your brothers and sisters, I can't hide a sad feeling deep inside. That kind of bond, in which one tells his experiences, his fears, his anxiety, and receives advice and support, with Roberta is not possible. Or rather, not in "conventional" ways. After living together for so many years, I/we have learnt to communicate: we have built our code. When she sees me unhappy she asks "What's up? What's going on?", and after telling with simplicity what my problems might be, she answers: "Poor girl (poor fellow, she always uses the feminine gender)!" or phrases like that, then she caresses me and kisses me. There is no space for words, for discussion… As I speak about this I feel a shiver because, even though our communication is mute, that delicate and lovely caress, that velvet little hand comforts me, warms my heart, and it seems that she really understands me; I feel she perceives my mood, my affliction, I feel that she loves me and that she feels my love…that's the miracle of a non-verbal and non-cognitive communication, coming out of an osmotic process, in which senses and feelings pass through the pores of the skin, warming me up. I believe the only secret is to listen…, not with my ears, the wonderful world Roberta has inside of her.
Take care.

Massimiliano Loffredi
May 14th 2002

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