Human life is colour, and where there is human life there is colour. Where there is human life there is design; lines that shows the inmost stroke of mind. Urban designs are the maximum concentration of human showing; the human dream turns into building. Towns are receptacles of invisible human thrills. Old and young thrills. Alive and dead thrills. The old sensations that passed away vibrate on the walls of Berlin like the feelings in an old human heart. Old cities are like old human beings; they always have a young soul despite the course of years.
Order is not enough. If the order appears because of the repression... If there's no freedom, what will the life be like? Safety, order, uniformity, silence, urban harmony, richness, dominion... What are those goals for... if we are not free to dream, fly, change the life, overcome all that is established, run away from routine, seek a newer world? What would our prestige be for if we were'n able to sit on a beach and sing a song to the sunset in a warm summer night? What is our elegant suit for if it denies us the pleasure of feeling the wind, the sand, the sun, the water... in our whole skin? What is our life for if we don't experience surprise? It doesn't do any good to grab gold chains if they are heavy and ungrateful. We are born to be free.