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The Magic of Imagination
The Magic of Imagination at the Service and Study of Public Spaces by Vanessa García Otero
The Magic of Imagination
The Magic of Imagination at the Service and Study of Public Spaces by Vanessa García Otero
Ciudad Abierta _ in that it speaks…
I in that it speaks it tells of time of its founding fathers of the builders, with words and stones who rest now on this silent land that they have brought to life. II in that it speaks to
Ciudad Abierta _ in that it speaks…
I in that it speaks it tells of time of its founding fathers of the builders, with words and stones who rest now on this silent land that they have brought to life. II in that it speaks to
Ciudad Abierta, Valparaiso
I there are hardly any streets – paved, with houses on each side – there is sand there are paths there are objects constructs in the hills poles in the grass with colour. II there are houses that bend
Ciudad Abierta, Valparaiso
I there are hardly any streets – paved, with houses on each side – there is sand there are paths there are objects constructs in the hills poles in the grass with colour. II there are houses that bend
treetops, trembling
Our contributor Viktorija Bogdanova recently started her PhD research in Ljubljana. Hereby, one of her poem-drawings, telling about the city. In Ljubograd, built most perturbedly is the love among the birds. They beautify the invisible in each rising sun,
treetops, trembling
Our contributor Viktorija Bogdanova recently started her PhD research in Ljubljana. Hereby, one of her poem-drawings, telling about the city. In Ljubograd, built most perturbedly is the love among the birds. They beautify the invisible in each rising sun,
some cities
some cities were founded by chance comfortably reclined against an old meander a protective hill, a vantage point crossroads for conflict and profit some simply piled up on the continuous rhythm of human tides layered atop one another in
some cities
some cities were founded by chance comfortably reclined against an old meander a protective hill, a vantage point crossroads for conflict and profit some simply piled up on the continuous rhythm of human tides layered atop one another in
linger
again I leave the land between our lands the city where our story lingers even if I do not see the columns we leaned against, even if I do not climb the stairs of the station to find you in
linger
again I leave the land between our lands the city where our story lingers even if I do not see the columns we leaned against, even if I do not climb the stairs of the station to find you in