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A loggia (pronunciation: /ˈlɒdʒiə/ or /ˈloʊdʒə/; Italian: [ˈlɔddʒa]) is an architectural feature which is a covered exterior gallery or corridor usually on an upper level, or sometimes ground level. The outer wall is open to the elements, usually supported by a series of columns or arches. Loggias can be located either on the front or side of a building and are not meant for entrance but as an out-of-door sitting room.
From the early Middle Ages, nearly every Italian comune had an open arched loggia in its main square which served as a "symbol of communal justice and government and as a stage for civic ceremony".
The main difference between a loggia and a portico is the role within the functional layout of the building. The portico allows entrance to the inside from the exterior and can be found on vernacular and small scale buildings. The loggia is accessed only from inside and intended as a place for leisure. Thus, it is found mainly on noble residences and public buildings. A classic use of both is that represented in the Mosaics of Basilica of Sant' Apollinare Nuovo of the Royal Palace.
The going rate on seduction must be a dime a dozen
So don't get your hopes up
This life's a contradiction,
a typecast for hypocrisies,
but you run the miles away on to sell yourself short
And i am the one who dreams of you
I dream of you as a concubine
Taste the salt from your worthless tears
I felt your heart beat for one last time
and i let go forever
And I am the one who dreams of you
I dream of you
I still dream of you
Sirens fade from silence
this is were the story ends
In a dream of truth, they'll never find you
Yellow tape, empty chalklines,
that's all she wrote
Head first through a noose,
I'd shed a tear for you,
but you're not even here
I scream your name for one last time
Can you here me now?
Can you feel me now?
But i must move on to find
reason for years of weakening disaster
So wait for passion, but tell me,
do you fear for heartache?
There's no hope left for solace
I know, I know so let go
This blackout begins to define this sorry moment
So wait for passion, but tell me,
do you fear for heartache?
I let go of everything I loved
From all the bridge drops,
I leave her crimson tide
There's no hope left for solace
I know, I know so i let go
This blackout begins