Siza Represents

'When I was a little boy, I fell ill," says Alvaro Siza, lighting up his sixth Camel cigarette. "My parents took me to a house high on a hill so I could breathe good air. I was allowed out on to a veranda. Here, I could look at a perfect view of a beautiful valley spread out below me. By the third week, I hated that view. I never wanted to see it again."
Artigo integral no Guardian: Hail Siza.

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