In a way I spend my entire life stealing from everything - from the past, from cities I love, from where I grew up - gra — Renzo Piano
In a way I spend my entire life stealing from everything - from the past, from cities I love, from where I grew up - gra — Renzo Piano
In a way I spend my entire life stealing from everything - from the past, from cities I love, from where I grew up - gra — Renzo Piano
In a way I spend my entire life stealing from everything - from the past, from cities I love, from where I grew up - gra — Renzo Piano
In a way I spend my entire life stealing from everything - from the past, from cities I love, from where I grew up - gra — Renzo Piano
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In a way I spend my entire life stealing from everything - from the past, from cities I love, from where I grew up - grabbing things, taking not only from architecture but from Italy, art, writing, poetry, music.

— Renzo Piano
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