In his final days,my father vividly saw things which obviously weren't there. He was otherwise sound of mind,so this was very odd. That's when I found out about Charles Bonnet syndrome.

Charles Bonnet syndrome causes a person whose vision has started to deteriorate to see things that aren't real.

The hallucinations may be simple patterns, or detailed images of events, people or places.

They're only visual and don't involve hearing things or any other sensations.

It's important to be aware that hallucinations associated with Charles Bonnet syndrome are caused by failing eyesight. They're not caused by a mental health problem or dementia.

People with Charles Bonnet syndrome are usually aware that the visions aren't real, even if they're vivid.
There are 2 main types of hallucination that people with Charles Bonnet syndrome tend to experience.

They may see:

simple repeated patterns
complex images of people, objects or landscapes
Simple repeated patterns can take the form of grids, shapes or lines, which can appear in bright or vivid colours. The patterns may lay across or cover everything the person sees.

More complex hallucinations can involve people, places, animals and insects.


There's a great big dog
Outside my window
Why he's alone,I really don't know
I can see him there
Plain as the day

There's a small bird there
On my windowsill
If you look really hard
He's there still
I can see him there
Plain as the day

I think they're trying to kill me
But I don't really mind
I long to be free
To be unconfined
I can see it now
Plain as the day

I see myself with your mother
On a golden afternoon
No wheelchair to roll me
My legs still below me
I hope it happens soon

Charles Bonnet

it's a sweet surrender
groundhog day down
a warm reflection
natural

back to basics
with two feet down
having lost the premise
we simplify

it's not goin' away
everything changes
it's a beautiful day
when we rearrange it

you may get bigger
but no better
it's a curious game we play
by and by

everything changes

Shooting stars.

Lyrics & vocal : UK Man
Music, instruments & mix : PJ Project

That Girl W/ UK Man

What began as a collaboration with Debra Buesking has expanded to include the wonderful vocal talent of Paolo Pieraccini (@mayadog).  His singing, especially in Italian, gives the song a sweet, emotional intimacy and urgency.  A lovely honor to have him grace our song with his talent. Hear more fine music on his profile and Debbie's too @debra_buesking. 
Lyrics in Italian and English:
Dimmi dove sei
Torno a casa e non ti trovo più
Le tue calze sopra il letto
Sempre accesa la TV

Non dimentico
Le tue promesse in bilico
e le domeniche
Sempre spese solo dove decidi tu
Forse ho il cuore troppo piccolo
Per lasciarti la tua libertà
casca il mondo
quando te ne vai

Mille baci e poi
All’improvviso il vuoto fra di noi
Non so perché rimango appeso qui
Il tuo canto mi ha ingannato
e come Ulisse mi salverò
Ma poi ricadrò
nella tua tela ancora

Sei sparita ormai
irraggiungibile
ma è sicuro io ti troverò per dirti che
che non mi arrendo e voglio solo te
Puoi scommetterci
Vorrei sentire ancora i brividi
Mentre stringo la tua mano
per non lasciarti più
………………..
Chissà dove sei

Tell me where you are
I come home and I can't find you anymore
Your socks over the bed
Still on the TV

I do not forget
Your promises in the balance
and Sundays
Always spending only where you decide
Maybe my heart is too small
To leave you your freedom
the world falls
when are you leaving

A thousand kisses and then
Suddenly the void between us
I don't know why I'm hanging here
Your singing deceived me
and like Ulysses I will save myself
But then I'll fall back
in your web again

You're gone now
unattainable
but it's sure I'll find you to tell you that
that I'm not giving up and I just want you
you can bet
I wish I could still feel the chills
As I hold your hand
not to leave you anymore
……………… ..
Who knows where you are

Easy To Please (featuring Paolo; vocal) Debbie; Piano, David; Guitar

SHE BLOWS HER OWN WIND
SHE CARVES HER OWN FATE
SHE’S A SELF-MADE CRAFTSWOMAN OF HER LIFE

SHE FLIES HER OWN WINGS
AND FEEDS HER OWN PLATE
SOMETIMES HER WORDS CUT LIKE A KNIFE 

SHE HAS BEEN AROUND
AND YET REMAINS BOUND
ANYWHERE NEW CAN BE FOUND

NEW YORK NEW YORK
KRISTINA WHY NOT
THE WORLD IS YOUR OYSTER YOU ROCK

A JUMP ON THE SIDE
A WALK IN THE WILD
WHO KNOWS WHAT WILL BE YOUR NEXT RIDE
IT’S ALL WIDE OPEN

SHE FLOWS WITH THE WIND
AND SWIMS IN THE COLD
SHE KNOWS HOW TO TAKE BY THE HAND

AND ALL THAT SHE GIVES
IS ALL THAT SHE’S GOT
A HEART OF GOLD AND OPEN ARMS
IT’S ALL WIDE OPEN

HER BODY’S GOT SOUL A YOGI I’M TOLD
THIS WAY SHE MIGHT NEVER GROW OLD

IT TAKES QUITE A STAR TO BE WHAT TOU ARE
FROM NICE TO LOU REED AT THE BAR
IT’S ALL WIDE OPEN
I MEAN WIDE WIDE OPEN


HERE SHE COMES THERE SHE GOES
WHAT WILL BE THE NEXT MOVE NOBODY KNOWS

WIDE OPEN - short version (Lyrics) song for Kristina

The ghosts
Inspired by the bygone era of the 60s-70s-80s and popular art music, especially from the UK! All those little melodies that you tap with your fingertips or whistle...memories...
Artists, dying shadows on the walls, sometimes dazzling light, but their desire to be the best often led them down the road to perdition...
Many artists have never seen the light of the day of glory, these young chrysalises have not had the time to blossom on the big stages and yet some would have largely deserved it as the quality and beauty of their work was sparkling..... 
Doors open and close at great speed in this world. But they are still here, even if they have become ghosts, let us thank them for they have inspired us, shaped us and they continue - Thank you.

The ghosts
Inspiré de l'époque révolue des années 60-70-80 et de la musique artistique populaire, notamment britannique ! Toutes ces petites mélodies que l'on tape du bout des doigts ou que l'on siffle... des souvenirs...
Artistes, ombres mourantes sur les murs, lumière parfois éblouissante, mais leur désir d'être les meilleurs les a souvent conduits sur le chemin de la perdition...
De nombreux artistes n'ont jamais vu la lumière du jour de gloire, ces jeunes chrysalides n'ont pas eu le temps de s'épanouir sur les grandes scènes et pourtant certains l'auraient largement mérité tant la qualité et la beauté de leur travail étaient étincelantes...... 
Les portes s'ouvrent et se ferment à grande vitesse dans ce monde. Mais ils sont toujours là, même s'ils sont devenus des fantômes, remercions-les car ils nous ont inspirés, façonnés et ils continuent - Merci.

WIDE OPEN - short version (Lyrics) song for Kristina

IMRE LODBROG