an abstract pattern of joy.
The music calls him to joy, to create a movement;
The music shows him the hope and the beauty which objectifies his hidden captivation;
And, Go toward the land of thought; hopeful, intent, juicy and amorous.
SOL says…
His nature grows with happiness & hope…
When he is alone; he turns and moves, again & again around himself. He grows…
When it rains in the garden of berries; Poldini’s dolls are dancing between creeping stems. He grows…
He is silent; the image of his molten spirit is heard from the music, from his loneliness, from his nature…
Innovation; celestial gift and he; the myth of suffer, perception and birth.
Melodies pass from different labyrinths to be purified, there after; it will be heard even in paradise.
The beauty is cruel and also arrogant but, he is compassionate although arrogant.
The understanding of beauty takes time when he finds himself nobody, except a server for.
Now, he finds the way for expression but, he believes he is always untold.
SOL by expressing himself, seeking to live happily and imagining red strawberries says:
Pleasure is in thought not thoughtless.
Life is a bridge to pass from obscure to light.
And, the art is a space to find the ego.
SOL choices are your sight.
Trust and listen…

(Translated from Persian to English by Maryam Tajik)

Bahman Mehabadi

Winter 2012