Impossible Flowers
by Mahan Farzad
About this track
“I hear the sound of water. What could they possibly be washing in the river of solitude? The dress of the moments is clean. Amid the sun of the 8th of January, The echo of snow, Threads of vision, Drippings of time. Freshness is upon the bricks, upon the bone of the day. What do we want? The vapor of the season hovers around our words. The mouth is the greenhouse of thought. There are journeys that dream of you, in their alleys. There are birds in distant villages, who congratulate one another for you. Why do people not know that the marigold flower is not an accident. They do not know that in the eyes of today’s wagtail spark the waters of yesterday’s river. Why do people not know That in the impossible flowers the air is cold.” — Sohrab Sepehri from Isolation in Blue, releases October 4, 2026