pattern of joy.
The music calls him to joy, to create a
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.
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
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
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...
Persian to English by Maryam Tajik)