Architecture Is Invention.

I Pick Up My Pen. It Flows. A Building Appears. There It Is. There Is Nothing More To Say.

I Deliberately Disregarded The Right Angle And Rationalist Architecture Designed With Ruler And Square To Boldly Enter The World Of Curves And Straight Lines Offered By Reinforced Concrete... This Deliberate Protest Arose From The Environment In Which I Lived, With Its White Beaches, Its Huge Mountains, Its Old Baroque Churches, And The Beautiful Suntanned Women.

My Architecture Is Easy To Understand. And Enjoy. I Hope It Also Is Hard To Forget.

Life Is Very Fleeting. It’s Important To Be Gentle And Optimistic. We Look Behind And Think What We’ve Done In This Life Has Been Good. It Was Simple; It Was Modest. Everyone Creates Their Own Story And Moves On. That’s It. I Don’t Feel Particularly Important. What We Create Is Not Important. We’re Very Insignificant.

Turning 102 Is Crap, And There Is Nothing To Commemorate.