Lie still, lie still, my breaking heart;

My silent heart, lie still and break:

Life, and the world, and mine own self, are changed

For a dream’s sake.

– Christina Rossetti –

Painting : Horacio Cardozo

Reading the poems that you saved

they make the gloomy hours make sense

or do they lose their power

with the yellowing of age

I saw you suffering

through a foggy window in the rain

when you thought no one was watching …

going through your memories

like so many prisons to escape

become someone else

With another face

and another name

no more suffering …

The past is like a braided rope

each moment tightly coiled

Too tired for imagining

that you could ever love somebody else

somewhere far away

from another time

and another place

with another life

and another face

and another name

No more suffering

Chris Cornell – Through The Window

Ph : Elipa

Once, somewhere, sometime ago

his eyes were clear to see,

he put his thoughts into my mind,

and gave my self to be

He stopped me from living so unsane,

I could be just what I want to be,

things appear as they really are,

I can see just what I wanted to see

Come on, and let it happen to you

I say, I say come on, and let it happen to you

You gotta open up your mind

and let everything come through…

Come on …

Well it starts like a roller coaster ride,

so real it takes your breath away

it slides you through your point of view,

you look back to where you thought you’d stayed

Your ride changes outside view,

while it glides you like a neon ray,

and you find you don’t have to search for words,

for there’s nothing to be said

After you trip life opens up,

You start doing what you want to do

And you find out that the world that you once feared,

gets what it has from you

No one can ever hurt you

But you know more than you thought you knew

and you’re looking at the world

with brand new eyes,

and no one can ever spoil the view …

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=EsKny8WnktI

13th Floor Elevators – Roller Coaster

Thinking of a series of dreams

Where the time and the tempo fly

And there’s no exit in any direction

‘Cept the one that you can’t see with your eyes

Wasn’t making any great connection

Wasn’t falling for any intricate scheme

Nothing that would pass inspection

Just thinking of a series of dreams

Dreams where the umbrella is folded

Into the path you are hurled

And the cards are no good that you’re holding

Unless they’re from another world …

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=AgqGUBP3Cx0

– Bob Dylan – Series of dreams

Well, you finally find your helpless mind,

is trapped inside your skin.

You want to leave,

but you believe you won’t get back again.

You only know ,

you have to go but still you can’t get out.

You try and try,

you die and die.

You’re stopped by your own doubt.

Reverberation,

reverberation.

You find no peace,

it doesn’t cease,

it’s deadly irritation.

It keeps you blind,

it’s there behind,

your every hesitation.

It holds your thought,

your mind is caught,

your fixed with fascination.

You think you’ll die,

it’s just a lie,

it’s backward elevation!

Reverberation,

reverberation.

You see reverberation,

in your latest incarnation,

You think it’s a sensation,

but it’s just reverberation.

You start to serve,

the downward curve,

that catches up your fears.

Each thing you do,

comes home to you,

and pounds inside your ears.

Your start to fight against the night,

that screams inside your mind.

When something black it answers back,

and grabs you from behind!

Reverberation,

echoing through your brain.

Reverberation,

driving your mind insane.

Reverberation,

causing your blood to drain,

leaving just charred remains

https://m.youtube.com/watch?v=xCxSiNHBZ3M

The 13th Floor Elevators – Reverberation

Ph : Dmytro Gurnicki