I had just over eight years.
E 'is the moment when I began to design houses. But as they did not all children triangular roof, door, window, chimney smoking and hills in the background. No. redesigned the plant project executive who was in the house. The furnished, used it as sections, elevations and my determination to understand the written gestures, their meanings, representations and concepts.
And remember that at this age I did buy my father's furniture magazines, and I spent my weekly allowance to buy books on architecture (the first was a monograph on Le Corbusier! The ... I still have!).
I think it was that the period in which began a long and great love that still proud and unbowed, my heart fills all day: the love of architecture.
I do not know how it is born. I think it's always been there, latent in my soul, and then suddenly has blossomed, delirious and fascinating, passionate and engaging, as only they know the great loves so. And another time I only felt a feeling like that, and it was not for an art!
Dreams are what make a free man. Give confidence in the future that no one else can give you. Achieve them is not easy. But it is possible. You should feel strong, work hard to make concrete, plunging blood and tears of passionate effort. But in the end can become wonderful reality.
Well, the fact is that this duemilaundici February 6, marks for me a key transit point for my career is the tenth year of practice as an architect.
I started ten years ago to take "seriously" the architect, having spent a wonderful period of university education in one of the best schools of architecture in Europe: the Politecnico di Torino. And then I had to decide when to start, where and how to do it, I had no hesitation and I chose to devote myself body and soul to work in my homeland.
Today I think that was the good choice that could do, not only because I do what I like and I like it, but because I can get it in place for me the most beautiful in the world: my house!
Ten years are many, but few at the same time. They are simply a point of the restart, a place where you can find time for a moment of reflection a gap, made of great new projects and budgets, never seeking a truce, without ever giving a moment for the inevitable stresses of life, always and always excited to get up every morning and know that I'm going to do a job that makes me myself, relaxed and hungry to grow day by day as man and as a professional.
Behold, this child of eight years, he designed houses for fun, now its a little dream has been realized: it has become what he wanted to be, a tailor of space, a humble craftsman dedicated to the pursuit of good, beauty and happiness made of stone, cement and iron.
If I came to realize this first goal is obvious that I owe not only to myself but also to all those who have believed and supported my wonderful adventure, and above all, to my father, my first big fan, my first great teacher of life. And many others.
the beautiful and poignant memories of my mother who has consistently driven up there by my every thought, every action of mine, all mine tremor of the soul.
In my fantastic and brilliant grandfather who taught me to mold the material.
the person that I loved so much and silent, but this has gone along with all my impetuosity impetuous.
To all those who begin to love me now and I can not to love as they deserve.
To those who hate me and hate me, and those who consider me a person arrogant and presumptuous.
to those customers who have become great friends, and others who would not want to ever encounter in my path.
that splendid craftsmen who made it possible the creation of my every whim constructive, with patience and innate devotion were able to interpret drawings and make fleeting real facts on the walls of a house under construction or on a cardboard stole the garbage.
is dedicated to all of you this first decade, which for better or for worse, you have helped me to become what they are: a man happy to do his job.