keep hoping

UNINTENDED ....MUSE

joke for today

If somebody is an Optimist, its cause he has not enough informations...

The Song for Tady.....Pieces of a dream...

I thought I saw you late last night,
but it was just a flash of light.
An angel passing.
But I remember yesterday.
Life before you went away.
And we were laughing.
We had hope and now it's broken.

And I could see it clearly once when you were here with me.
And now somehow all that's left are pieces of a dream.

Now I'm lost in restless nights.
Just a whisper of the life that we created.
Shadows falling.I am calling.

And I could see it clearly once when you were here with me.
And now somehow all that's left are pieces of a...
The faded photographs.
The frames of broken glass.
The shattered memories.
Time will soon erase.
All these souvenirs.
Salt from a thousand tears.
But when I wake up you are never there.

We had hope and now it's broken.
And I could see it clearly once when you were here with me.
And now somehow all that's left are pieces of a...
And I could see it clearly once when you were here with me.
And now somehow all that's left are pieces of a dream.

Pieces of a dream.

Wherever you will go

So lately, I've been wonderin
Who will be thereto take my place
When I'm gone, you'll need love
To light the shadows on your face
If a great wave should fall
It would fall upon us all
And between the sand and stone
Could you make it on your own

If I could, then I would
I'll go wherever you will go
Way up high or down low
I'll go wherever you will go

And maybe, I'll find out
The way to make it back someday
To watch you, to guide you
Through the darkest of your days
If a great wave should fall
It would fall upon us all
Well I hope there's someone out there
Who can bring me back to you

Runaway with my heart
Runaway with my hope
Runaway with my love

I know now, just quite how
My life and love might still go on
In your heart and your mind
I'll stay with you for all of time

If I could turn back time
I'll go wherever you will go
If I could make you mine
I'll go wherever you will go

Thinking Of You..

Comparisons are easily done
Once you've had a taste of perfection
Like an apple hanging from a tree
I picked the ripest one, I still got the seed
You said move on, where do I go?
I guess second best is all I will know'
Cause when I'm with him I am thinking of you
Thinking of you, what you would doI
f you were the one who was spending the night
Oh, I wish that I was looking into your eyes
You're like an Indian summer in the middle of winter
Like a hard candy with a surprise center
How do I get better once I've had the best?
You said there's tons of fish in the water,
so the waters I will test
He kissed my lips, I taste your mouth, oh!
He pulledme in, I was disgusted with myself
'Cause when I'm with him I am thinking of you
Thinking of you, what you would do
If you were the one who was spending the night
Oh, I wish that I was looking into
You're the best, and yes, I do regret
How I could let myself let you go
Now, now the lesson's learned
I touched it, I was burned
Oh, I think you should know!
'Cause when I'm with him I am thinking of you
Thinking of you, what you would do
If you were the one who was spending the night
Oh, I wish that I was looking into your, your eyes
Looking into your eyes, looking into your eyes
Oh, won't you walk through?And bust in the door and take me away?
Oh, no more mistakes'Cause in your eyes I'd like to stay, stay

Kiss from a Rose

There used to be a graying tower alone on the sea.
You became the light on the dark side of me.
Love remained a drug that's the high and not the pill.
But did you know, that when it snows,
My eyes become large and the light that you shine can be seen.
Baby! I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the gray.
Ooh! The more I get of you, the stranger it feels, yeah.
And now that your rose is in bloom. A light hits the gloom on the gray.
There is so much a man can tell you, So much he can say.
You remain, my power, my pleasure, my pain!
Baby. To me you're like a growing addiction that I can't deny.
Won't you tell me is that healthy, baby?
But did you know, that when it snows,
My eyes become large and the light that you shine can be seen.
Baby! I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the gray.
Ooh! The more I get of you, the stranger it feels, yeah.
Now that your rose is in bloom. A light hits the gloom on the gray,
I've been kissed by a rose on the gray,
I've been kissed by a rose, I've been kissed by a rose on the gray...

The song for today - LADY

Lady, I'm your knight in shining armor and I love you.
You have made me what I am and I am yours.
My love, there's so many ways I want to say I love you.
Let me hold you in my arms forever more.
You have gone and made me such a foolI'm so lost in your love.
And oh, we belong togetherWon't you believe in my song?
Lady, for so many years I thought I'd never find you.
You have come into my life and made me whole.
Forever let me wake to see you each and every morning.
Let me hear you whisper softly in my ear.
In my eyes I see no one else but you.
There's no other love like our love.
And yes, oh yes, I'll always want you near me.
I've waited for you so long.
Lady, your love's the only love I need.
And beside me is where I want you to be.
'Cause, my love, there's something I want you to know,
You're the love of my life, you're my lady.

My SL story

MY SL story

After almost a year of hesitation I decided write and share with you all, what I believe was an unusual experience -- my time in Second Life.... Next Spring it will already be two years since I entered this virtual world, and as I notice from my list of contacts, which is already full of silent people, I think I already belong to the so-called SL trilobites, measured by my longevity inside SL. Sincerely I would be very interested to know the average lifespan of a citizen of this world. I also wonder how many of us Czech people live in here.
I follow the Czech users groups, but I am mostly A silent "watcher". I do have a lot of fun with some of the public group chats. Whatever we are, we Czech ppl are very funny nation, and I love the Czech sense of humor.
But back to my story. I think that I belong to those romantic dreamers,who like to use the pleasant places in SL as a lovely setting for a nice time spent with someone unknown, and often with someone very, very far away. Again and again I am fascinated to meet people who I would never meet in real life and people from the other side of the world. I like to share thoughts, wishes and dreams. In my contact list, besides Europeans, I can also find Mexican or Indian or American people. More and more, it's interesting to compare our worlds and cultures. I have met in SL avatars with the appearance of a cat, a nice skunk, or a charming vampire. Another thing which I appreciate in SL is that there you can be whom ever you like, or just yourself in the most interior sense. I usually spend my time in SL with friends, living with a varying number of friendships and a varying number of romantic relationships. It's my way to relax.
In this world of my dreams, I created for the eyes a nice looking creature. As I usually say about her, she is the result of my fantasy, and the things which we share are just: name, eyes and soul.
In my early SL period I met a lot of foreigners. It was always so fresh for me to speak to someone who likes to talk and has a rich imagination. When you add to this the poetic soul, it's very funny. At least for me. And it was exactly like this when I met one man, a Sicilian. Quite quickly we became friends and met together regularly. Very early he revealed to me part of his real life, his identity, who he really is and his profession. So I found out, that he is a writer. Not world famous exactly, but in his part of Southern Italy he is quite famous, especially as a playwright. He decided to write a book about this virtual world. He came to SL to search for insporation, to know the people living there, to collect materials, to gather notes. I will not bore you with the details of our beautiful and often romantic meetings. As he later said, we spent a wonderful summer of romance. And I can only agree with this.
At the end of the summer he began to write, and within a few months the book was ready. The Novel. A beautiful love story, against the background of the virtual world. But it is not just a novel of the pink library. The story is certainly interesting -- it could be said to be a psychological view and comparison of two worlds, the real and the virtual. While the story is the product of the author's imagination, I recognize myself there and I think he successfully captured the atmosphere of a virtual world really well, and also the atmosphere of our meetings. What is for me personally absolutely incredible, is the fact that the book's title is my name: Sarka. Yes. It is not presumptuous of me to say this, it really is me, who became the inspiration, or, you might say: the Muse for a novel of the Italian writer, and I am filled with sincere pride. Czech women are among the most beautiful women in all the world, men say. But I do not want to speak about the natural beauty here, we all know that Slavic types of women are, for example, highly sought after in the modeling world. What I personally believe is that what makes Czech women unique among others is just their souls, their sweet behavior and personality. And at this moment I am really proud that I can count myself among these women. Perhaps you will also enjoy a the piece of that feeling if read my story.
During that time when my good friend, who I like to call my "Italian Shakespeare", was writing his novel, we debated at length over the writing of each chapter. Our meetings developed another dimension. He asked me a lot of detail about life in the Czech Republic, origin of my name, favorite food, the names of places. And he used a lot of it in his novel. And even if he made a few grammar errors of the Czech language, Italian readers certainly do not mind them too much. And all this was huge fun for me..
The book, created in the world of dreams and fantasies, really exists. I have a copy of it in my hands, with the author's dedication. I have a reason not to reveal here exact names or contacts. Smart websurfers will easily find out information about the book or about the author. Indeed, there are book reviews in the Czech language, with a brief excerpt from that novel. The author and his friends from time to time hold "sessions" in SL. Like most artists, they love to discuss and talk about their works. For the same reasons he travels around Italy and participates in various meetings and discussions about his novel. Once he was in Rome. Representatives of the Czech embassy in Italy were invited, and curiously, the secretary's name was the same as mine. Sarka. Unfortunately, these talks are conducted in Italian, as that is the language in which the book is written.
Maybe if there were more votes from those who would like to read the book in Czech, it might be worthwhile for the publisher to undertake a Czech translation. Not just for the reason that one of the main characters is a Czech woman, but also, part of the story is set in a city in Northern Bohemia, where I live. Although I know the story well, because I was present at its birth, I don't speak Italian, and I have not yet had the pleasure to read it at all..
Well, this is my story from my "second life". Whenever I think about it now, from the distance of time, I always say: "Wow, This really happened to me!" Ask yourself, how many times in your life could this happen to you ...?
With best regards to all dreamers
Sarka