Rectorate.

This is not a poem — this is a manifesto.
A tribute to an object that refuses to be reduced.
It is not a depiction — it is a performance.
Not an administrative shell —
But a generator of new values.
Its skin filters, protects, resists —
Yet its core remains radically open.
It is casa come noi —
A house like us,
Rooted in beauty,
Driven by ethics.
It does not merely reflect — it projects.
It does not explain — it contains.
It is a black box.
Dense with potential,
Charged with meaning,
A space for transformation.
This object is not passive.
It is active, assertive, alive.
And we do not serve it —
We conspire with it.