” When I heard the music in the streets of Tehran, I couldn’t walk. I should take my steps on the beat of music. I was 4 years old. I discovered dance is my inner passion. I could close my eyes and see the compositions of lines, shapes and colours that dancing with me, just in front of me as the second Manouchehr.
That was the moment that I wished, ONE DAY, to describe my inner feeling and write my stories.
“God’s good angels” stay with me all those years and one day we made a trip through the music notes and colors.”
Manouchehr Abrontan 2004