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The Wind? I Am The Wind. The Sea And The Moon? I Am The Sea And The Moon. Tears, Pain, Love, Bird-flights? I Am All Of Them. I Dance What I Am. Sin, Prayer, Flight, The Light That Never Was On Land Or Sea? I Dance What I Am.

The Dance - It Is The Rhythm Of All That Dies In Order To Live Again; It Is The Eternal Rising Of The Sun.

The Artist Is The Only Lover; He Alone Has The Pure Vision Of Beauty, And Love Is The Vision Of The Soul When It Is Permitted To Gaze Upon Immortal Beauty.

With What Price We Pay For The Glory Of Motherhood.

The Dancer's Body Is Simply The Luminous Manifestation Of The Soul. The True Dance Is An Expression Of Serenity; It Is Controlled By The Profound Rhythm Of Inner Emotion. Emotion Does Not Reach The Moment Of Frenzy Out Of A Spurt Of Action; It Broods First, It Sleeps Like The Life In The Seed, And It Unfolds With A Gentle Slowness. The Greeks Understood The Continuing Beauty Of A Movement That Mounted, That Spread, That Ended With A Promise Of Rebirth.