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.
The dance is a poem of which each movement is a word. - Mata Hari
The dance is a poem of which each movement is a word.
- Mata Hari
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… - Mata Hari
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…
Everything is an illusion. - Mata Hari
Everything is an illusion.
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. - Mata Hari
I am a woman who enjoys herself very much; sometimes I lose, sometimes I win. - Mata Hari
I am a woman who enjoys herself very much; sometimes I lose, sometimes I win.
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.… - Mata Hari
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. - Mata Hari
I was not content at home. . . I wanted to live like a colorful butterfly in the sun.
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