Architecture Is Invention.

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.

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

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

My Work Is Not About "form Follows Function," But "form Follows Beauty" Or, Even Better, "form Follows Feminine."

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