︎Your big brown eyes

Victoria, 26
Romania



5.20 AM
You
As you tell me ‘I didn’t have you’
And the moment of silence we fell into after
And I said ‘No. You didn’t’
And I was ok. And we were ok.
Your big brown eyes
And the many ways you smile at me.
My heart grows feeling the tiniest touch from you.
I wonder a lot about the growing of my heart and if my growing means you’re growing and if so would you tell me and if so
would we grow together?
Like the 5 sunflowers I have growing in the bay window
I wonder if they are being looked after by big brown eyes
Because your big brown eyes are growth.

-

You and your big brown eyes are gentle
A feather
Rain splashing on the window
While
We interlock fingers and for a moment
I feel your warmth through my whole body
I feel your big brown eyes watching me; unravelling me; enjoying me from afar
How do you do it with those big brown eyes?

-

Because your big brown eyes are power
And they hold the power
To undress my thoughts, turning them over and over again
Caressing them as if you’d never want me to stop talking.
I never want you to stop talking
Talking with your big brown eyes.
Fresh rain and a fresh breath of air filling my lungs
Raindrops setting on your glasses
And on mine
And you sit watching me
And there isn’t a moment of silence because your big brown eyes speak to mine
And you speak to me without words
And I understand
But all I can think about is your big brown eyes.

-

5.39 AM
When I felt your breath at ease
I felt your scent
Chocolate and cinnamon
Apple too?
Your chuckle is infectious and I wonder if you know
That my body vibrates at the thought of you
But whose wouldn’t?
I wonder if you know my body does that in reaction to your body’s reaction to me writing
I wonder if you know how I feel
I wonder if you feel me in your feels
With those big brown eyes
And above those eyes your hair falls perfectly in place
And you open
You close
You open
You close
Those big brown eyes hide honesty
And when you look at me it feels like it is the first time I’m being seen
And when you look at me it feels like I’m the first one you are seeing.
What you see in me is the truth.
When you catch my glimpse
I chuckle because I feel safe
And whispering into someone’s ear has never felt so right
And you ask me to repeat what I’ve said
And you catch my glimpse
With those big brown eyes
But you want to hear my voice again and again
And the whisper makes you tingle
And it makes the hairs on your arm awaken
And before you can reply I forgot what I said
I got lost in those big brown eyes.

-

6.23 AM
Your big brown eyes
Make me feel cared for
Safe
As safe as my fragility can be
And how else to show you I care but by undressing my vulnerabilities and laying them on the table as if they are so easy to
take off
A nightgown
That’s the place your big brown eyes take me to.

-

6.26 AM
My eyes are smiling
And my whole body is smiling and as soon as you glance at me
I only need one tenth of a second to feel you entering my depth
And finding a place to have all on your own in me
And I will allow it
Because the urge of losing myself in those big brown eyes is immense
And I know that losing myself in you means vulnerability on your side too.

-

6.34 AM
I tilt my head on your sofa
I wonder how much deeper can I go into your sofa and cement myself there and maybe stay a little while.
I look at you, into your big brown eyes
And I wonder how much deeper they can go
I make myself smaller as the cold embraces me
And really, I wish you’d embrace me
I feel the energy coming from your hands
The same hands that have fine gestures
They are calm but jittery for touch
Longing to hold someone in the way human beings like to be held
And when your arms are in a pretzel shape I wonder if they could be in a pretzel shape around me
And whether your embrace could embrace my heart
And if your ancestors can embrace my ancestors
And feel what I feel
As I look into your big brown eyes.





















︎Connected with Intimacy

Mia
Berlin


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︎Intimacy soundtrack

Ioana, 34
Cluj-Napoca, Romania



We spend a lifetime building intimacy inside ourselves and with others. It’s in how we face our fears and look at our demons. It’s in how we talk to ourselves in honesty in kindness. It’s how we deal and what we choose or get to live. But that’s an intimacy we share with our inner selves and it’s beautiful in all its trying. Self intimacy reveals our own selves to us.

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︎Your big brown eyes

Victoria, 26
Romania



5.20 AM
You
As you tell me ‘I didn’t have you’
And the moment of silence we fell into after
And I said ‘No. You didn’t’
And I was ok. And we were ok.
Your big brown eyes
And the many ways you smile at me.
My heart grows feeling the tiniest touch from you.
I wonder a lot about the growing of my heart and if my growing means you’re growing and if so would you tell me and if so
would we grow together?
Like the 5 sunflowers I have growing in the bay window
I wonder if they are being looked after by big brown eyes
Because your big brown eyes are growth.






︎Amniotic container

Dana, 31
Berlin, Germany



RO:
“Pentru mine, intimitatea este sacul amniotic al sinelui, pe care îl ritualizăm prin diverse practici, cu sau fără ceilalți.”


EN:
“For me, intimacy is the amniotic container of the self, that we occassionally ritualize through various practices, with or without others.”


︎La noi acasa

Ingrid, 20



La noi acasă miroase a fum, a scorțișoară și a tihnă
La noi acasă miroase a bere, a linte și a anxietate
La noi acasă miroase a praf, a agrafe sub canapea, a haine uscate pe calorifer și pe ușă
La noi acasă miroase a buletine pierdute, a ciorbă, a ovăz, a sex, a compoziție și a baroc
La noi acasă miroase a pâine goală și vomă la mahmureală, a pomi veșnic verzi, a scrum, a vopsea și a dezordine
La noi acasă miroase a dans și a nesomn, a haz și a necaz, a râsu-plânsu, a bețișoare parfumate pe zile, a elefanți și a cumpărături
La noi acasă miroase a chiloți străini după calorifer, a parfum de cameră, a adulter și a periuțe de dinți
La noi acasă miroase a București, a covrigi și a dulce, a furt, a artă și a prostie
La noi acasă miroase a chiul, a integrame, a bonuri, a vase nespălate, a chec cu banane și a apă micelară
La noi acasă miroase a stres, a lumină roșie, a oglinzi, a mâini, a nume de hamsteri și a afișe
La noi acasă miroase a liste de cumpărături, a vijelie, a mârlănie, a vanilie și a hazard







︎Universal truths

Bear Grasstone, 54



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︎Intimacy with 10000 things

Anya, 34
Yoga in English - Berlin, Germany



It is said that in early Chinese Zen literature, the word 'awakening' was used interchangeably with 'intimacy'. We often think of intimacy as connecting with another person, but this ancient practice shows the path to intimacy with all of life. ⁣[...]









︎Amprente

Raluca, 21
Cluj-Napoca



în varful degetelor calc prin mine
gânduri trag de mine
să le uzez trăind
îmi simt pereții labirinturilor interne
cum pulsionează aritmic
simțurile-mi sunt naive
își caută un sens
mă scufund în orizontalitate [...]

︎I fear a man of frugal speech // Jeg frykter en mann av nøysom tale

Cecilia Riis Kjeldsen
www.ceciliariis.com
32, Norway




“A tool with many tools” as described from Aristotle; the hand is a tool for grasping, taking, pushing, pulling, pinching, pressing, pointing, fumbling, crushing, smashing, itching, stroking, caressing, throwing, drumming, lifting. There are more verbs for the movement of the hand than for any other movement. [...]”











︎Cea mai bună notificare

Lucian Brad, 24, Iasi
Fotografie: Ami Vornicu, 25, Iasi

︎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
păpădii.
Zîmbeşte, lasă umbra să
se lungească la dreapta
ta..”














︎Life in a caravan

Susy
Portugal




“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

Ioana


“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
Romania



“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

Alex
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
Romania



“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
Arizona


︎Pure ecstasy

Emily

“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
Romania



“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
Australia




“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
Romania



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