Brightly Lit Spaces [antikvár]

Light breaks where no sun shines; Where no sea runs, the waters of the heart Push in their tides; And, broken ghosts with glow-worms in their heads, The things of light File through the flesh where no flesh decks the bones. Light breaks on secret lots, On tips of thought where thoughts smell in the rain; When logics die, The secret of the soil grows through the eye, And blood jumps in the sun; Above the waste allotments the dawn halts. Dylan Thomas Light breaks where no sun shines Translation hy Esteban Pujáis, c. Visor Libros. Architecture is not a set of techniques and calculations which convert nature into skyscrapers and sports centers: something in the way of a transforming force capable of emptying a mountain so as to provide the facing for a law court. Architecture is not the science of organizing spaces, nor the study of how to link some activities with others, nor is it the way to think of places which are suitable for work, for free time or for social life. It is not the way to put the countryside into order, nor to connect some places with others, nor to create a favourable atmosphere for meetings, nor to mark out the land and fit it into logical measurements. Neither is it that which permits us to identify buildings, squares or streets, to remember them, to associate them with meanings and even concepts and metaphors; or to simply think of them as nice agreeable places or that they are different to others.