full screendownload
Casino chips, but no bullets
There, beyond the mists, where there is no place for longing
Red sand and no end in sight
The island that no one has seen
The light is at the end of the path no matter what
When there is sweetness, there is no place for sadness
The flight of fantasy knows no boundaries
The first human fingerprints
A dragon at dusk. Humans and the Dragon
There is no time for rest
No one will write off the accounts
There is no mistaking the beauty of the fields and hills of Italy