You are the pattern in the weaving of my existence. You are the secret code that unlocks all that is mine. You are the manner in which I dance, flying from cloud to cloud…You are the answer to all my questions, always unexpected, which raises me from one world to another.You are my sailing boat on the ocean of infinite tranquility and bliss. My most beautiful ark. Your soul has no limits, and it is in my eyes that You are endless…
And thus when I am not asking You anything then, in fact, I am asking You; And when I do not see You – I do indeed see you. And when You are silent You are speaking inside of me; and when you are asleep you are awake inside of me.....
You'll never be able to escape from your heart. So, it's better to listen to what it has to say. That way you'll never have to fear an unanticipated blow...

Friday, 25 December 2015

Architecture is a visual art, and the buildings speak for themselves....

The mother art is architecture. Without an architecture of our own we have no soul of our own civilization.
It's not the beauty of a building you should look at; it's the construction of the foundation that will stand the test of time....
We shape our buildings; thereafter they shape us....
Architects have made architecture too complex. We need to simplify it and use a language that everyone can understand....
Architects of grandeur are often the master builders of disillusionment....

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