Architecture is only space?.
It is moving-through the place, enter, exit, up, down, lie down, sit down, look out the window to see people on the street.
You smell like myrtle, to getting food, wood for the stairs, wet ground in front of the park Before the Rain.
You feel the wind whipping your face on top of a tower.
You hear the echo of footsteps Approaching from the cloister or distant roar of a Thousand engines.
It is touching the stone With The light stroking.
We Entered a building, Teds Woodworking the architecture is what is not yet Known When you see.
The light changes.
The traces of the passage of time or the scars of a whirlwind of disaster.
The poetic image you emerge in our consciousness That and the order Known to our intelligence.
Inhabit. The architecture does not make sense if it is not uninhabited. The maximum expression of the values of the People Who inhabit it.
In the old abandoned factory machines and still hear people working.
At the hospital under construction, I see doctors, nurses, Patients, Families expecting or desperate.
Among the stone ruins of the palace not remain silent, still you hear the dog intrigues of the courtiers.