Cristian V.:
Rich dreams now which he was loathe to wake from...
Cristian V.:
Do we feed on fear?
Cristian V.:
Chaotic Thoughts
Cristian V.:
Contrasts
Cristian V.:
Sometimes Things Just Don't Fit
Cristian V.:
Digital Television
Cristian V.:
Looking Up to Spring
Cristian V.:
Even an angel has a shadow
Cristian V.:
Shadowed by the Past
Cristian V.:
Abstract Nature, Another Take
Cristian V.:
Abstract Nature
Cristian V.:
The Old Church
Cristian V.:
So many foot steps, so many memories
Cristian V.:
And the bells from the chapel go jingle-jangle
Cristian V.:
Always Walking, Never Stopping
Cristian V.:
Under the Blue Winter Sky
Cristian V.:
When You Look Up, the Future Is Bright
Cristian V.:
Let Me Tell You a Secret
Cristian V.:
The Macabre Ensemble
Cristian V.:
Glyphs of Modern Civilisation
Cristian V.:
What Lies at the Seventh Floor?
Cristian V.:
Often You Empty the Cup Again by Wanting to Fill It
Cristian V.:
The Spark that Ignites It All Was Just Not There
Cristian V.:
The Irony of Being Simple
Cristian V.:
Shall I Turn the Switch?
Cristian V.:
Decaying Dreams
Cristian V.:
Mechanical Sparkle
Cristian V.:
The Engine
Cristian V.:
When I'll Make this Step, a Series of Scenarios Will Be Born
Cristian V.:
The Warm Touch of Nostalgia
