Dreams. Words. Images. Moments. Fragmented memories. As I start walking towards the unkown, through magical places new spaces appear. New colors, few sounds. Just beautiful dreams. An intersection between flying sentences and fluid lines. Then, in the midlle of this awesome spatial place I suddently wake up! Where was I going? What was behind that tree with letters instead of leaves? Damn singing birds! You keep trespassing my imaginary fences!
Módica Ledezma employs strict geometry at Mexican equestrian centre
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Mexican architecture studio Módica Ledezma has chosen earth-toned
materials to construct the single-pitched buildings that make up this rural
complex of...
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