︎Albumele din facultate

Alex Vasies, 26

“Am locuit doua saptamani intr-o casa retrasa pusa la dispozitie de niste prieteni ca sa scriu, sa traduc, sa-mi fac treburile bucurandu-ma de sfarsitul de toamna. Imi propusesem sa reascult niste albume care imi placusera in liceu si-n facultate, sa recuperez niste albume din ultimii ani. Si n-am facut deloc asta. Cand nu citeam sau ma uitam la filme sau ma uitam dupa pasari, nu puteam sta decat in liniste. Sa devin intim cu spatiul – sa-i ascult sunetele: lemn dezmortindu-se, picaturi scurgandu-se din tevi prost legate. Sa fiu umil si sa nu-l bruiez.
Si cred ca la fel e si cu oamenii. Sa fiu intim e o familiarizare lenta, inseamna sa-mi pese fara sa intervin. De ce trebuie uneori fortata intimitatea de cuplu, cand poate sa-ti fie prietena si sora, tovaras si frate pana la capat? Ca se confunda uneori atractia fizica cu duiosia; si ca multa vreme – in adolescenta și mai tarziu – am functionat intr-o grila in care intimitatea ar fi posibila doar cu o persoana care vrea cat se poate de clar ceva de la mine, si invers la fel.
Si cum mi-as dori sa fie cineva intim cu mine? Cum as vrea sa raspunda daca e intrebat/a ce inseamna sa fie intim/a cu mine? Cand eram mai mic, am citit intr-o carte (am uitat si titlul si autorul, din pacate) o fraza pe care o citez din memorie, si care vorbea despre „o persoana pe care ai uitat-o, dar de-a lungul anilor te-ai apropiat de mai multe ori de ea”. Sublinierea e a mea, pentru ca prin apropiat eu imi imaginez ca pot sa fiu intim cu cineva cu care nu mai vorbesc, sau cel putin nu la fel de des ca inainte (si de care de multe ori uit complet), dar la care ma gandesc intens dintr-un balcon aflat la o mie de km distanta si ma bucur ca traim amandoi pe planeta asta, in momentul asta, si sper ca ii e bine si ca acum zambeste cum zambea cand ascultam albumele alea pe care nu le-am mai recuperat.”

︎Pielea Liviei

Orsolya, 28
Cluj-Napoca, Romania

“Ne-am cunoscut prin februarie. Mi-a zis de la bun început că are o relație, dar Livia este de acord ca el să se mai vadă și cu alte fete – despre care vorbea cu termenul de „iubitele mele”; odată când ne certam chiar a zis: „Este decizia ta dacă vrei sau nu să faci parte din galaxia iubitelor mele”. [...]”

︎Un loc părăsit

Dan Coman, 44
Bistrița, România

“Intimitatea e o chestiune
care ţine de tehnică
așa că desprinde-te
şi mergi singur printre
Zîmbeşte, lasă umbra să
se lungească la dreapta

︎Life in a caravan


“This was the beginning of our story. Magical Love. Our relationship was like an expansion of all the good feelings. This was meant to be. We were searching for each other in these interconnected Universes until we met..”

︎Truly present


“I’ve learned that I can have moments of true connection and intimacy with almost anyone. For me, these moments come when I’m most at peace with myself and present, truly present, in whatever is happening in that moment. It’s a difficult thing to do and I cherish it very much when it happens, even if it’s just for a few seconds.”

︎Clumsy around intimacy

Cristina, 30

“I’m clumsy around intimacy,
it follows me, like a hungry cat
at the door, tripping my every step
always too soon
for trust, or secrets, or reveals,
for seeing, touching, kissing
the scars
the anger at someone betraying you”

︎At home

Bucharest, Romania

“Intimacy is not just our relationship with people. It is also our way of relating to objects, places, books, images, tastes and smells, a reflection of our desperate need to feel “at home”.

︎Darkness and silence

Gabriela, 25

“Someone once asked me what I was most afraid of. I said stairs and death. But with time I’ve stopped taking the elevator and started climbing those damn stairs, even if my legs were shaking. I’ve started to believe that we are all just energies that will come back in a different form, so the dying part didn’t look so scary either. But when I’m alone in the shower, and the water runs faster than my heartbeats, I know it’s love, the one that I’m the most afraid of, that terrifies me, that hits me in the chest so bad that I can hardly breathe. The love that I’m missing.

︎Some love is not to be forgotten

May, 31

︎Pure ecstasy


“There had been many lovers before.
Those who came and gave me their version of what loved looked like, which I accepted no matter how tainted it looked. You have the young ones that are pure lust since you don’t quite understand what relationships are just yet. I considered them the practice..

︎My house

Cristina, 30

“I panic at the thought
of sharing my house with someone
(my bed, my books,
my cat)
of him finding out I’m not as
smart or pretty or tidy
as he thought,
of him not liking the way I
smell in the morning,
my crooked nose
my unshaved legs
my too long getting ready
the perfume I bought myself when I turned 30.
and then one morning, as I wake up,
there they are,
in bitter autumn light:
my house, my bed, my books,
my cat.”

︎Emotional distance

Antonius, 37

“My father – a stern man. There was a great emotional distance to reach him or for him to reach me. He found greater satisfaction in work than in family. Nonetheless there were those rare moments in the evening, in which he’d loosen – cold problem-solving analysis broke away to something warmer, more expressive, some would say more human.”

︎O invingatoare

Andra, 27

“Sunt mandra de poza asta pentru ca este o expresie a biruintei asupra depresiei.