Occupation: Exotic Dancer Birth: August 7, 1876 Death: October 15, 1917
My dance is a sacred poem in which each movement is a word and whose every word is underlined by music. The temple in which I dance can be vague or f….
The dance is a poem of which each movement is a word..
I am a woman who enjoys herself very much; sometimes I lose, sometimes I win..
Death is nothing, nor life either, for that matter. To die, to sleep, to pass into nothingness, what does it matter? Everything is an illusion..
Everything is an illusion..
I have encountered in this world riff-raff and good people. I lose. I win. I defend myself when I am attacked. I take when someone has taken from me.….
I was not content at home. . . I wanted to live like a colorful butterfly in the sun..