Kitone: Björk was here
Kitone: Cluj panorama
Kitone: The future that was
Kitone: Cluj cityscape
Kitone: Downtown Cluj
Kitone: Incommodious
Kitone: Balmy days
Kitone: All glows anew this morning. All moral sense is gone.
Kitone: You weren't much of a muse, but then I wasn't much of a poet
Kitone: That's what jazz is to me
Kitone: VĂ RUGĂM STINGEȚI LU- -MINA DUPĂ FOLOSIRE
Kitone: The messy, exhilarating impermanence of joy
Kitone: Even your enemies have ceased to care
Kitone: I can hear voices through a cross on the roof