“The night dresses us with magic, leaving us free to dream, travel, interpret everything with the depth of our soul. The power of thought and will transform desire into reality.”

—  Prevale

Original: (it) La notte ci veste di magia, lasciandoci liberi di sognare, viaggiare, interpretare tutto con la profondità della propria anima. La forza del pensiero e di volontà, trasforma il desiderio in realtà.
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“The power of thought and will transform desire into reality.”

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Original: (it) La forza del pensiero e di volontà trasforma il desiderio in realtà.
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