My first idea of movement, of the dance, certainly came from the rhythm of the wave.
There are joys so complete, so all perfect, that one should not survive them.
The dancer's body is simply the luminous manifestation of the soul.
The Dance - it is the rhythm of all that dies in order to live again; it is the eternal rising of the sun.
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.
If I could explain, I wouldn't need to dance!