<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522558931869976208</id><updated>2012-02-16T16:35:40.552+01:00</updated><category term='Sarka video animation'/><title type='text'>SARKA BUTTERFLY************************************WELCOME</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkasemi.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522558931869976208/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkasemi.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' 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type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;UNINTENDED ....MUSE&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5522558931869976208-5844759134457028692?l=sarkasemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkasemi.blogspot.com/feeds/5844759134457028692/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5522558931869976208&amp;postID=5844759134457028692' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522558931869976208/posts/default/5844759134457028692'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522558931869976208/posts/default/5844759134457028692'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5522558931869976208-6278855846360312260?l=sarkasemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkasemi.blogspot.com/feeds/6278855846360312260/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5522558931869976208&amp;postID=6278855846360312260' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522558931869976208/posts/default/6278855846360312260'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522558931869976208/posts/default/6278855846360312260'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkasemi.blogspot.com/2009/09/joke-for-today.html' title='joke for today'/><author><name>Sarka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05860945067687488382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image 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away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;And we were laughing.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;We had hope and now it's broken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;And I could see it clearly once when you were here with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;And now somehow all that's left are pieces of a dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Now I'm lost in restless nights.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Just a whisper of the life that we created.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Shadows falling.I am calling.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;And I could see it clearly once when you were here with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;And now somehow all that's left are pieces of a...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;The faded photographs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;The frames of broken glass.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;The shattered memories.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Time will soon erase.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;All these souvenirs.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Salt from a thousand tears.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;But when I wake up you are never there.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;We had hope and now it's broken.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;And I could see it clearly once when you were here with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;And now somehow all that's left are pieces of a...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;And I could see it clearly once when you were here with me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;And now somehow all that's left are pieces of a dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;Pieces of a dream.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5522558931869976208-3845859932956091500?l=sarkasemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkasemi.blogspot.com/feeds/3845859932956091500/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5522558931869976208&amp;postID=3845859932956091500' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522558931869976208/posts/default/3845859932956091500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522558931869976208/posts/default/3845859932956091500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkasemi.blogspot.com/2009/08/song-for-tadypieces-of-dream.html' title='The Song for Tady.....Pieces of a dream...'/><author><name>Sarka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05860945067687488382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tI00yCeKCvw/SSm3rWN80bI/AAAAAAAAAHg/0QEKlyrgY1Q/S220/wingsa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522558931869976208.post-487717151252870062</id><published>2009-07-01T17:25:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2009-07-01T17:35:10.225+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Wherever you will go</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;So lately, I've been wonderin &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Who will be thereto take my place&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;When I'm gone, you'll need love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;To light the shadows on your face&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;If a great wave should fall &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;It would fall upon us all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;And between the sand and stone &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Could you make it on your own &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;If I could, then I would&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I'll go wherever you will go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Way up high or down low&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I'll go wherever you will go &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;And maybe, I'll find out &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;The way to make it back someday &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;To watch you, to guide you &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Through the darkest of your days&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;If a great wave should fall &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;It would fall upon us all &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Well I hope there's someone out there &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Who can bring me back to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Runaway with my heart &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Runaway with my hope&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Runaway with my love &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I know now, just quite how&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;My life and love might still go on &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;In your heart and your mind &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I'll stay with you for all of time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;If I could turn back time&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I'll go wherever you will go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;If I could make you mine&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I'll go wherever you will go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5522558931869976208-487717151252870062?l=sarkasemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkasemi.blogspot.com/feeds/487717151252870062/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5522558931869976208&amp;postID=487717151252870062' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522558931869976208/posts/default/487717151252870062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522558931869976208/posts/default/487717151252870062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkasemi.blogspot.com/2009/07/wherever-you-will-go.html' title='Wherever you will go'/><author><name>Sarka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05860945067687488382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tI00yCeKCvw/SSm3rWN80bI/AAAAAAAAAHg/0QEKlyrgY1Q/S220/wingsa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522558931869976208.post-2052581037588094015</id><published>2009-04-24T13:17:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2009-04-24T13:23:52.725+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Thinking Of You..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Comparisons are easily done&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Once you've had a taste of perfection&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Like an apple hanging from a tree&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I picked the ripest one, I still got the seed&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;You said move on, where do I go?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I guess second best is all I will know'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Cause when I'm with him I am thinking of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Thinking of you, what you would doI&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;f you were the one who was spending the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Oh, I wish that I was looking into your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;You're like an Indian summer in the middle of winter&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Like a hard candy with a surprise center&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;How do I get better once I've had the best?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;You said there's tons of fish in the water,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;so the waters I will test&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;He kissed my lips, I taste your mouth, oh!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;He pulledme in, I was disgusted with myself&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;'Cause when I'm with him I am thinking of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Thinking of you, what you would do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;If you were the one who was spending the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Oh, I wish that I was looking into&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;You're the best, and yes, I do regret&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;How I could let myself let you go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Now, now the lesson's learned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;I touched it, I was burned&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Oh, I think you should know!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;'Cause when I'm with him I am thinking of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Thinking of you, what you would do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;If you were the one who was spending the night&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Oh, I wish that I was looking into your, your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Looking into your eyes, looking into your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Oh, won't you walk through?And bust in the door and take me away?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;Oh, no more mistakes'Cause in your eyes I'd like to stay, stay&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5522558931869976208-2052581037588094015?l=sarkasemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkasemi.blogspot.com/feeds/2052581037588094015/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5522558931869976208&amp;postID=2052581037588094015' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522558931869976208/posts/default/2052581037588094015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522558931869976208/posts/default/2052581037588094015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkasemi.blogspot.com/2009/04/thinking-of-you.html' title='Thinking Of You..'/><author><name>Sarka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05860945067687488382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tI00yCeKCvw/SSm3rWN80bI/AAAAAAAAAHg/0QEKlyrgY1Q/S220/wingsa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522558931869976208.post-3156317517223244433</id><published>2009-03-01T14:04:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2009-03-01T14:11:53.946+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Kiss from a Rose</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;There used to be a graying tower alone on the sea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;You became the light on the dark side of me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Love remained a drug that's the high and not the pill.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;But did you know, that when it snows,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;My eyes become large and the light that you shine can be seen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Baby! I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the gray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Ooh! The more I get of you, the stranger it feels, yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;And now that your rose is in bloom. A light hits the gloom on the gray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;There is so much a man can tell you, So much he can say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;You remain, my power, my pleasure, my pain!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Baby. To me you're like a growing addiction that I can't deny.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Won't you tell me is that healthy, baby?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;But did you know, that when it snows,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;My eyes become large and the light that you shine can be seen.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Baby! I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the gray.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Ooh! The more I get of you, the stranger it feels, yeah.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Now that your rose is in bloom. A light hits the gloom on the gray,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I've been kissed by a rose on the gray,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I've been kissed by a rose, I've been kissed by a rose on the gray...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5522558931869976208-3156317517223244433?l=sarkasemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkasemi.blogspot.com/feeds/3156317517223244433/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5522558931869976208&amp;postID=3156317517223244433' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522558931869976208/posts/default/3156317517223244433'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522558931869976208/posts/default/3156317517223244433'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkasemi.blogspot.com/2009/03/kiss-from-rose.html' title='Kiss from a Rose'/><author><name>Sarka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05860945067687488382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tI00yCeKCvw/SSm3rWN80bI/AAAAAAAAAHg/0QEKlyrgY1Q/S220/wingsa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522558931869976208.post-5741329093280292375</id><published>2008-12-31T13:20:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-12-31T13:22:16.540+01:00</updated><title type='text'>The song for today - LADY</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Lady, I'm your knight in shining armor and I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;You have made me what I am and I am yours.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;My love, there's so many ways I want to say I love you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Let me hold you in my arms forever more.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;You have gone and made me such a foolI'm so lost in your love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And oh, we belong togetherWon't you believe in my song?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Lady, for so many years I thought I'd never find you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;You have come into my life and made me whole.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Forever let me wake to see you each and every morning.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Let me hear you whisper softly in my ear.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;In my eyes I see no one else but you.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;There's no other love like our love.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And yes, oh yes, I'll always want you near me.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;I've waited for you so long.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Lady, your love's the only love I need.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;And beside me is where I want you to be.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;'Cause, my love, there's something I want you to know,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;You're the love of my life, you're my lady.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5522558931869976208-5741329093280292375?l=sarkasemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkasemi.blogspot.com/feeds/5741329093280292375/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5522558931869976208&amp;postID=5741329093280292375' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522558931869976208/posts/default/5741329093280292375'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522558931869976208/posts/default/5741329093280292375'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkasemi.blogspot.com/2008/12/song-for-today-lady.html' title='The song for today - LADY'/><author><name>Sarka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05860945067687488382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tI00yCeKCvw/SSm3rWN80bI/AAAAAAAAAHg/0QEKlyrgY1Q/S220/wingsa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522558931869976208.post-7933349535349872039</id><published>2008-11-23T16:52:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T16:58:13.091+01:00</updated><title type='text'>My SL story</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tI00yCeKCvw/SSl9etUzPlI/AAAAAAAAAHA/xBhNkuE_UyU/s1600-h/SS6.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271882805330263634" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tI00yCeKCvw/SSl9etUzPlI/AAAAAAAAAHA/xBhNkuE_UyU/s320/SS6.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tI00yCeKCvw/SSl8jFpw4DI/AAAAAAAAAG4/G7L641uXgZw/s1600-h/pp_004.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5522558931869976208-7933349535349872039?l=sarkasemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkasemi.blogspot.com/feeds/7933349535349872039/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5522558931869976208&amp;postID=7933349535349872039' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522558931869976208/posts/default/7933349535349872039'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522558931869976208/posts/default/7933349535349872039'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkasemi.blogspot.com/2008/11/blog-post.html' title='My SL story'/><author><name>Sarka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05860945067687488382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tI00yCeKCvw/SSm3rWN80bI/AAAAAAAAAHg/0QEKlyrgY1Q/S220/wingsa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tI00yCeKCvw/SSl9etUzPlI/AAAAAAAAAHA/xBhNkuE_UyU/s72-c/SS6.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522558931869976208.post-1539447834120693003</id><published>2008-11-23T13:26:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-11-23T13:30:13.693+01:00</updated><title type='text'>MY SL story</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;     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. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;       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. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;       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.  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;      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. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;        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.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;          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.         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;      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..        &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;     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.         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;     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..         &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;     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 ...?    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;With best regards to all dreamers   &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#6600cc;"&gt;Sarka&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5522558931869976208-1539447834120693003?l=sarkasemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkasemi.blogspot.com/feeds/1539447834120693003/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5522558931869976208&amp;postID=1539447834120693003' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522558931869976208/posts/default/1539447834120693003'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522558931869976208/posts/default/1539447834120693003'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkasemi.blogspot.com/2008/11/my-sl-story.html' title='MY SL story'/><author><name>Sarka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05860945067687488382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tI00yCeKCvw/SSm3rWN80bI/AAAAAAAAAHg/0QEKlyrgY1Q/S220/wingsa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522558931869976208.post-4818658223148057146</id><published>2008-10-16T17:31:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-10-16T17:35:29.605+02:00</updated><title type='text'>A Groovy kind of Love..</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;When Im feeling blue, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;all I have to do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Is take a look at you,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;then Im not so blue&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;When youre close to me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I can feel your heart beat&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I can hear you breathing near my ear&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Wouldnt you agree, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;baby you and me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;got a groovy kind of love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Anytime you want to &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;you can turn me onto&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Anything you want to, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;anytime at all&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;When I kiss your lips, ooh&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt; I start to shiver&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Cant control the quivering inside&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Wouldnt you agree,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt; baby you and me &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;got a groovy kind of love, oh...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5522558931869976208-4818658223148057146?l=sarkasemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkasemi.blogspot.com/feeds/4818658223148057146/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5522558931869976208&amp;postID=4818658223148057146' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522558931869976208/posts/default/4818658223148057146'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522558931869976208/posts/default/4818658223148057146'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkasemi.blogspot.com/2008/10/groovy-kind-of-love.html' title='A Groovy kind of Love..'/><author><name>Sarka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05860945067687488382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tI00yCeKCvw/SSm3rWN80bI/AAAAAAAAAHg/0QEKlyrgY1Q/S220/wingsa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522558931869976208.post-6961892653047017605</id><published>2008-09-10T14:47:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T14:50:38.785+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Wise sentence...</title><content type='html'>&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;Everyone of us is an angel with just one wing. To be able to fly, we need to hug each other.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5522558931869976208-6961892653047017605?l=sarkasemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkasemi.blogspot.com/feeds/6961892653047017605/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5522558931869976208&amp;postID=6961892653047017605' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522558931869976208/posts/default/6961892653047017605'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522558931869976208/posts/default/6961892653047017605'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkasemi.blogspot.com/2008/09/wise-sentence.html' title='Wise sentence...'/><author><name>Sarka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05860945067687488382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tI00yCeKCvw/SSm3rWN80bI/AAAAAAAAAHg/0QEKlyrgY1Q/S220/wingsa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522558931869976208.post-6260163771885358046</id><published>2008-09-08T17:43:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-09-10T14:53:48.138+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I HAVE A DREAM...song</title><content type='html'>I have a dream, a song to sing&lt;br /&gt;To help me cope with anything&lt;br /&gt;If you see the wonder of a fairy tale&lt;br /&gt;You can take the future even if you fail&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in angels Something good in everything I see&lt;br /&gt;I believe in angels When I know the time is right for me&lt;br /&gt;I'll cross the stream - I have a dream&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I have a dream, a fantasy&lt;br /&gt;To help me through reality&lt;br /&gt;And my destination makes it worth the while&lt;br /&gt;Pushing through the darkness still another mile&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I believe in angels Something good in everything I see&lt;br /&gt;I believe in angels When I know the time is right for me&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I'll cross the stream - I have a dream&lt;br /&gt;I'll cross the stream - I have a dream&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5522558931869976208-6260163771885358046?l=sarkasemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkasemi.blogspot.com/feeds/6260163771885358046/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5522558931869976208&amp;postID=6260163771885358046' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' 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wanishing..</title><content type='html'>.....you are wanishing out of my memory&lt;br /&gt;and people always meet again, yeah&lt;br /&gt;and i hope, that we can catch a few sentences yet&lt;br /&gt;that we find out a way back&lt;br /&gt;i miss your eyes.., yeah&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5522558931869976208-6641459535578770142?l=sarkasemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkasemi.blogspot.com/feeds/6641459535578770142/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5522558931869976208&amp;postID=6641459535578770142' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522558931869976208/posts/default/6641459535578770142'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522558931869976208/posts/default/6641459535578770142'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkasemi.blogspot.com/2008/07/song-for-today-ztrc-seyou-are-wanishing.html' title='The song for today - Ztrácíš se...You are wanishing..'/><author><name>Sarka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05860945067687488382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tI00yCeKCvw/SSm3rWN80bI/AAAAAAAAAHg/0QEKlyrgY1Q/S220/wingsa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522558931869976208.post-6028716986472285037</id><published>2008-06-05T08:08:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-06-05T08:15:46.908+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Say All I Need - song</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Do you know where your heart is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Do you think you can find it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Did you trade it for something,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;somewhereBetter just to have it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Do you know where your love is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Do you think that you lost it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;You felt it so strong but nothings&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Turned out how you want it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Well bless my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;You’re a lonely soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Cause you wont let go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Of anything you hold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Well all I need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;is the air I breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;And a place to rest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Do you know what your fate is&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;And are you trying to shake it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;You’re doing your best and&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;You’re best look&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;You’re praying that you’ll make it&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Well bless my soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;You’re a lonely soul&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Cause you wont let go&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Of anything you hold&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Well all I need&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;is the air I breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;And a place to rest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Said all I need &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;is the air I breathe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;And a place to rest&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;my head&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Do you think you can find it....&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5522558931869976208-6028716986472285037?l=sarkasemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkasemi.blogspot.com/feeds/6028716986472285037/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5522558931869976208&amp;postID=6028716986472285037' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522558931869976208/posts/default/6028716986472285037'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522558931869976208/posts/default/6028716986472285037'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkasemi.blogspot.com/2008/06/say-all-i-need-song.html' title='Say All I Need - song'/><author><name>Sarka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05860945067687488382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tI00yCeKCvw/SSm3rWN80bI/AAAAAAAAAHg/0QEKlyrgY1Q/S220/wingsa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522558931869976208.post-1747783463215425820</id><published>2008-05-14T14:09:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T14:12:44.288+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Crazyness</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc66cc;"&gt;Does it happened to you ever, that to you seems all things getting wrong, that you recieve another and another hit....and sudenly instead the crying and shouting...you just laughing? It is probably the last level of crazyness...lol.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5522558931869976208-1747783463215425820?l=sarkasemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkasemi.blogspot.com/feeds/1747783463215425820/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5522558931869976208&amp;postID=1747783463215425820' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522558931869976208/posts/default/1747783463215425820'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522558931869976208/posts/default/1747783463215425820'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkasemi.blogspot.com/2008/05/crazyness.html' title='Crazyness'/><author><name>Sarka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05860945067687488382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tI00yCeKCvw/SSm3rWN80bI/AAAAAAAAAHg/0QEKlyrgY1Q/S220/wingsa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522558931869976208.post-5620470968501950008</id><published>2008-05-14T13:54:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-05-14T14:05:15.873+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Joke - the black one</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The question: What is going throught the Beetle´s head, when crashing into window in front of the car?........................................................&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The answer is: It´s little bottom...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5522558931869976208-5620470968501950008?l=sarkasemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkasemi.blogspot.com/feeds/5620470968501950008/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5522558931869976208&amp;postID=5620470968501950008' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522558931869976208/posts/default/5620470968501950008'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522558931869976208/posts/default/5620470968501950008'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkasemi.blogspot.com/2008/05/joke-black-one.html' title='Joke - the black one'/><author><name>Sarka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05860945067687488382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tI00yCeKCvw/SSm3rWN80bI/AAAAAAAAAHg/0QEKlyrgY1Q/S220/wingsa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522558931869976208.post-8026481001786241396</id><published>2008-04-25T12:53:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-25T13:04:16.023+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Song for today.....I Don't Want To Miss Thing...</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I could stay awake just to hear you breathing &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Watch you smile while you are sleeping&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;While you're far away and dreaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I could spend my life in this sweet surrender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I could stay lost in this moment forever&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Every moment spent with you is a moment I treasure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I don't wanna close my eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I don't wanna fall asleep'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Cuz I'll miss you babe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;And I don't wanna miss a thing'&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Cuz even when I dream of you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;The sweetest dream will never do&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I'd still miss you babe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;And I don't wanna miss a thing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Laying close to you&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Feeling your heart beating&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;And I'm wondering what you're dreaming&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Wondering if it's me you're seeing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;Then I kiss your eyes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;And thank God we're together&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;I just want to stay with you in this moment forever&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt; ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5522558931869976208-8026481001786241396?l=sarkasemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkasemi.blogspot.com/feeds/8026481001786241396/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5522558931869976208&amp;postID=8026481001786241396' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522558931869976208/posts/default/8026481001786241396'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522558931869976208/posts/default/8026481001786241396'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkasemi.blogspot.com/2008/04/i-dont-want-to-miss-thing.html' title='Song for today.....I Don&apos;t Want To Miss Thing...'/><author><name>Sarka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05860945067687488382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tI00yCeKCvw/SSm3rWN80bI/AAAAAAAAAHg/0QEKlyrgY1Q/S220/wingsa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522558931869976208.post-6052334785077126855</id><published>2008-04-15T19:53:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-16T12:07:45.993+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to Sarka´s SL past II.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tI00yCeKCvw/SATsN1u0i7I/AAAAAAAAAE0/OxE70wDy9Bs/s1600-h/sar.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5189532393143569330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tI00yCeKCvw/SATsN1u0i7I/AAAAAAAAAE0/OxE70wDy9Bs/s320/sar.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;And this is the other appearance. Sarka discovered first joy in SL: shopping LOL. And for that she needed some money. The easiest way, how to get them, even if slow, was dance. Havana club was fine for that. Favourited by others avatars. So she bought early new hair, skin, dresses....and met first nice friends&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5522558931869976208-6052334785077126855?l=sarkasemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkasemi.blogspot.com/feeds/6052334785077126855/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5522558931869976208&amp;postID=6052334785077126855' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522558931869976208/posts/default/6052334785077126855'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522558931869976208/posts/default/6052334785077126855'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkasemi.blogspot.com/2008/04/and-this-is-other-appearance.html' title='Back to Sarka´s SL past II.'/><author><name>Sarka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05860945067687488382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tI00yCeKCvw/SSm3rWN80bI/AAAAAAAAAHg/0QEKlyrgY1Q/S220/wingsa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tI00yCeKCvw/SATsN1u0i7I/AAAAAAAAAE0/OxE70wDy9Bs/s72-c/sar.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522558931869976208.post-5804118041261229993</id><published>2008-04-11T14:58:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-11T15:07:11.568+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Back to past of Sarka´s SL Part I.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tI00yCeKCvw/R_9hniYKh6I/AAAAAAAAAEs/kmgKKE4T3Ek/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5187972627625052066" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tI00yCeKCvw/R_9hniYKh6I/AAAAAAAAAEs/kmgKKE4T3Ek/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330099;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;So, this is one of first changes in visage of Sarka´s staying in SL. She got new red hair from the "skunk". LOL. Sarka was at start very shy girl, had affraids to talk to everybody. Silly. But soon she knew a lot of nice ppl, which liked to help her. With new hair, she got some kind of sertainity and thought about herself, how is she beatifull now. :-)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5522558931869976208-5804118041261229993?l=sarkasemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkasemi.blogspot.com/feeds/5804118041261229993/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5522558931869976208&amp;postID=5804118041261229993' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522558931869976208/posts/default/5804118041261229993'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522558931869976208/posts/default/5804118041261229993'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkasemi.blogspot.com/2008/04/back-to-past-of-sarkas-sl-part-i.html' title='Back to past of Sarka´s SL Part I.'/><author><name>Sarka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05860945067687488382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tI00yCeKCvw/SSm3rWN80bI/AAAAAAAAAHg/0QEKlyrgY1Q/S220/wingsa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tI00yCeKCvw/R_9hniYKh6I/AAAAAAAAAEs/kmgKKE4T3Ek/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522558931869976208.post-4653099429920981797</id><published>2008-04-04T11:58:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2008-04-04T11:59:31.445+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Wise thoughts..</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;here are Ghandi's "7 deadly sins":&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Wealth Without Work&lt;br /&gt;Pleasure Without Conscience&lt;br /&gt;Knowledge Without Character&lt;br /&gt;Commerce Without Morality&lt;br /&gt;Science Without Humanity&lt;br /&gt;Religion Without Sacrifice&lt;br /&gt;Politics Without Principle&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5522558931869976208-4653099429920981797?l=sarkasemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkasemi.blogspot.com/feeds/4653099429920981797/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5522558931869976208&amp;postID=4653099429920981797' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522558931869976208/posts/default/4653099429920981797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522558931869976208/posts/default/4653099429920981797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkasemi.blogspot.com/2008/04/wise-thoughts.html' title='Wise thoughts..'/><author><name>Sarka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05860945067687488382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tI00yCeKCvw/SSm3rWN80bI/AAAAAAAAAHg/0QEKlyrgY1Q/S220/wingsa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522558931869976208.post-3531097780318198361</id><published>2008-03-24T12:21:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-24T12:24:54.299+01:00</updated><title type='text'>waiting</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tI00yCeKCvw/R-ePazuCHpI/AAAAAAAAAEk/TEA11gYBGmA/s1600-h/Snapshot_002.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5181267587035700882" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tI00yCeKCvw/R-ePazuCHpI/AAAAAAAAAEk/TEA11gYBGmA/s320/Snapshot_002.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#009900;"&gt;I am waiting for the spring.... (ahahaha)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5522558931869976208-3531097780318198361?l=sarkasemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkasemi.blogspot.com/feeds/3531097780318198361/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5522558931869976208&amp;postID=3531097780318198361' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522558931869976208/posts/default/3531097780318198361'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522558931869976208/posts/default/3531097780318198361'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkasemi.blogspot.com/2008/03/waiting.html' title='waiting'/><author><name>Sarka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05860945067687488382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tI00yCeKCvw/SSm3rWN80bI/AAAAAAAAAHg/0QEKlyrgY1Q/S220/wingsa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tI00yCeKCvw/R-ePazuCHpI/AAAAAAAAAEk/TEA11gYBGmA/s72-c/Snapshot_002.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522558931869976208.post-754122683792346264</id><published>2008-03-20T12:11:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-20T12:17:50.109+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tI00yCeKCvw/R-JHhDuCHoI/AAAAAAAAAEc/7HsA1pFQg8s/s1600-h/mourn.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5179781154689130114" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 361px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 268px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="260" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tI00yCeKCvw/R-JHhDuCHoI/AAAAAAAAAEc/7HsA1pFQg8s/s320/mourn.bmp" width="350" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;  &lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;I was curious, why people creating places in Second Life like cementery is. In perfect world of dreams with so many nice and romantic places! One my friend told me recently: One of the worst thing in SL is, that somebody dear to your heart can whenever wanish and its no more reachable. Then you can miss this person the same as in real life. Its like a death.... So, maybe if u have this experience, you can visit place like this, mourn and say goodbye...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#330033;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5522558931869976208-754122683792346264?l=sarkasemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkasemi.blogspot.com/feeds/754122683792346264/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5522558931869976208&amp;postID=754122683792346264' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522558931869976208/posts/default/754122683792346264'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522558931869976208/posts/default/754122683792346264'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkasemi.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-was-curious-why-people-creating.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05860945067687488382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tI00yCeKCvw/SSm3rWN80bI/AAAAAAAAAHg/0QEKlyrgY1Q/S220/wingsa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tI00yCeKCvw/R-JHhDuCHoI/AAAAAAAAAEc/7HsA1pFQg8s/s72-c/mourn.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522558931869976208.post-1707703528638163307</id><published>2008-03-16T14:49:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-17T07:28:53.342+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Mistake</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tI00yCeKCvw/R94PiIDst3I/AAAAAAAAAEU/WVtpjcah_N4/s1600-h/sitt_002a.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5178593700475615090" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tI00yCeKCvw/R94PiIDst3I/AAAAAAAAAEU/WVtpjcah_N4/s320/sitt_002a.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#330033;"&gt;Do You think, that your bad situation can´t be even worse? Mistake!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5522558931869976208-1707703528638163307?l=sarkasemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkasemi.blogspot.com/feeds/1707703528638163307/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5522558931869976208&amp;postID=1707703528638163307' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522558931869976208/posts/default/1707703528638163307'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522558931869976208/posts/default/1707703528638163307'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkasemi.blogspot.com/2008/03/mistake.html' title='Mistake'/><author><name>Sarka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05860945067687488382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tI00yCeKCvw/SSm3rWN80bI/AAAAAAAAAHg/0QEKlyrgY1Q/S220/wingsa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tI00yCeKCvw/R94PiIDst3I/AAAAAAAAAEU/WVtpjcah_N4/s72-c/sitt_002a.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522558931869976208.post-2085220584570551380</id><published>2008-03-14T20:26:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T20:29:57.467+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sailing song</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I am sailing, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I am sailing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;home again 'cross the sea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I am sailing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; stormy waters,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;to be near you, to be free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I am flying,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I am flying,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;like a bird 'cross the sky.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I am flying, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;passing high clouds,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;to be with you, to be free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Can you hear me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;can you hear me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;thro' the dark night,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;far away,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I am dying,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt; forever trying,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;to be with you, who can say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Can you hear me, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;can you hear me,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;thro' the dark night far away.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;I am dying, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;forever trying,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;to be with you, who can say.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;We are sailing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;we are sailing,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;home again 'cross the sea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;We are sailing stormy waters,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;to be near you, to be free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Oh Lord, to be near you, to be free.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Oh Lord, to be near you, to be free,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000066;"&gt;Oh Lord.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5522558931869976208-2085220584570551380?l=sarkasemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkasemi.blogspot.com/feeds/2085220584570551380/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5522558931869976208&amp;postID=2085220584570551380' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522558931869976208/posts/default/2085220584570551380'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522558931869976208/posts/default/2085220584570551380'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkasemi.blogspot.com/2008/03/sailing-song.html' title='Sailing song'/><author><name>Sarka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05860945067687488382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tI00yCeKCvw/SSm3rWN80bI/AAAAAAAAAHg/0QEKlyrgY1Q/S220/wingsa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522558931869976208.post-8620155218272980848</id><published>2008-03-14T16:47:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-14T16:51:17.847+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Wise thinking?</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;The Destiny has two ways, how to crush us:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#993399;"&gt;when refuses our wishes, or...when fulfils them...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5522558931869976208-8620155218272980848?l=sarkasemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkasemi.blogspot.com/feeds/8620155218272980848/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5522558931869976208&amp;postID=8620155218272980848' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522558931869976208/posts/default/8620155218272980848'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522558931869976208/posts/default/8620155218272980848'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkasemi.blogspot.com/2008/03/wise-sentence.html' title='Wise thinking?'/><author><name>Sarka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05860945067687488382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tI00yCeKCvw/SSm3rWN80bI/AAAAAAAAAHg/0QEKlyrgY1Q/S220/wingsa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522558931869976208.post-8024063830450815651</id><published>2008-03-11T21:04:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-11T21:07:26.304+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I like</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#990000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;It´s still very cold outside. But spring is already posible to feel in the air. And birds are singing their love songs in early mornings. I like it. I like when early sun carres softly my face. It has not power still, but it´s such soft and pleasant. I like to walk in empty place. Just enjoing it.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5522558931869976208-8024063830450815651?l=sarkasemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkasemi.blogspot.com/feeds/8024063830450815651/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5522558931869976208&amp;postID=8024063830450815651' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522558931869976208/posts/default/8024063830450815651'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522558931869976208/posts/default/8024063830450815651'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkasemi.blogspot.com/2008/03/i-like.html' title='I like'/><author><name>Sarka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05860945067687488382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tI00yCeKCvw/SSm3rWN80bI/AAAAAAAAAHg/0QEKlyrgY1Q/S220/wingsa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522558931869976208.post-960486015004047535</id><published>2008-03-05T07:14:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-06T07:29:04.782+01:00</updated><title type='text'>I believe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tI00yCeKCvw/R8-PED4qY4I/AAAAAAAAAEM/q2aQNTpqW2E/s1600-h/1_005a.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5174511796797203330" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="326" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tI00yCeKCvw/R8-PED4qY4I/AAAAAAAAAEM/q2aQNTpqW2E/s320/1_005a.bmp" width="227" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tI00yCeKCvw/R8-Ozj4qY3I/AAAAAAAAAEE/I09fvWW4Qqs/s1600-h/1_005a.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I believe, that every dark tunnel has light at the end, i believe that after every night the new day arise and after long winter spring will come to us again.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5522558931869976208-960486015004047535?l=sarkasemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkasemi.blogspot.com/feeds/960486015004047535/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522558931869976208.post-8231651930541639371</id><published>2008-03-03T19:31:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-03-03T19:33:24.250+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Joke</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#330000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;Just after first wedding together night: "Honey, now i know, that i was not your first man!" he said and she slowly lightened up her cigarette and answered: "And now i know, that you are not also my last one..."&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5522558931869976208-8231651930541639371?l=sarkasemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkasemi.blogspot.com/feeds/8231651930541639371/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tI00yCeKCvw/SSm3rWN80bI/AAAAAAAAAHg/0QEKlyrgY1Q/S220/wingsa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522558931869976208.post-6628895470496750911</id><published>2008-02-29T19:04:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-29T19:11:31.565+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Wise sentences...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;The Love asked The Friendship: "Why do you ever exist, when its me in the World?"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;And The Friendship answered: " Because you create a lot of pain and sorrow and I cure them..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5522558931869976208-6628895470496750911?l=sarkasemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tI00yCeKCvw/SSm3rWN80bI/AAAAAAAAAHg/0QEKlyrgY1Q/S220/wingsa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522558931869976208.post-5960378270726827329</id><published>2008-02-23T12:31:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-23T13:43:47.395+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Moonlight</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tI00yCeKCvw/R8AK8RBFClI/AAAAAAAAAD8/bMmIptVxLus/s1600-h/10_026aa.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5170144402697685586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 344px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 244px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" height="238" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tI00yCeKCvw/R8AK8RBFClI/AAAAAAAAAD8/bMmIptVxLus/s320/10_026aa.bmp" width="338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tI00yCeKCvw/R8AJYRBFCkI/AAAAAAAAAD0/es08aGWa8M0/s1600-h/10_026aa.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tI00yCeKCvw/R8AH2BBFCjI/AAAAAAAAADs/ykNMRqsdLDM/s1600-h/10_027.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#333399;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;I guess, everybody of us is sometimes watching the Moon. It´s fascinating its light in the deep night sky, with thousend stars around. Doesn´t matter if it´s cold or hot night. There is such bright full and large Moon in these nights! U can see in his dark feelds, that make shades, your own dreams or faces, which u like to see. Your eyes are attracted with invisible magnetism to its shining. And your heart is shivering...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5522558931869976208-5960378270726827329?l=sarkasemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkasemi.blogspot.com/feeds/5960378270726827329/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5522558931869976208&amp;postID=5960378270726827329' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522558931869976208/posts/default/5960378270726827329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522558931869976208/posts/default/5960378270726827329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkasemi.blogspot.com/2008/02/moonlight.html' title='Moonlight'/><author><name>Sarka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05860945067687488382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tI00yCeKCvw/SSm3rWN80bI/AAAAAAAAAHg/0QEKlyrgY1Q/S220/wingsa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tI00yCeKCvw/R8AK8RBFClI/AAAAAAAAAD8/bMmIptVxLus/s72-c/10_026aa.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522558931869976208.post-50875462174553472</id><published>2008-02-18T07:07:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-18T07:16:41.121+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;color:#cc0000;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Is the life difficult somethimes?? Let´s go fight with it and never give up...!!!&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5522558931869976208-50875462174553472?l=sarkasemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkasemi.blogspot.com/feeds/50875462174553472/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5522558931869976208&amp;postID=50875462174553472' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522558931869976208/posts/default/50875462174553472'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522558931869976208/posts/default/50875462174553472'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkasemi.blogspot.com/2008/02/is-life-difficult-somethimes-lets-go.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05860945067687488382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tI00yCeKCvw/SSm3rWN80bI/AAAAAAAAAHg/0QEKlyrgY1Q/S220/wingsa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522558931869976208.post-8454091859447472833</id><published>2008-02-14T14:27:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T19:41:42.216+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Consideration...</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#663366;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Maybe it is strange to start with blog in the time, when is virtual Sarka reducing her second life and her real one is just in front of big changes ...but maybe it is just right time to memorise... To remember all nice moments, which i have through her....&lt;br /&gt;Ones time i could read in a profile of another avatar something like this:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;"Is better to forgot and be happy, than remember forever and be unhappy..."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A sentence good to think about.&lt;br /&gt;But i dont agree with that. This sentence maybe trying to protect person of possible pain...&lt;br /&gt;I dont agree... How i could stay without my memories? Even if somethimes thay make me sad, but their are mine! Experiences, which are improving me, events, whitch allow me to grow up...&lt;br /&gt;I never want to avoid them. I never want to forgot my dear friends and shared moments.&lt;br /&gt;And maybe they pain me a bit, but at the ground fulfilling my heart and soul.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5522558931869976208-8454091859447472833?l=sarkasemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkasemi.blogspot.com/feeds/8454091859447472833/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5522558931869976208&amp;postID=8454091859447472833' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522558931869976208/posts/default/8454091859447472833'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522558931869976208/posts/default/8454091859447472833'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkasemi.blogspot.com/2008/02/consideration.html' title='Consideration...'/><author><name>Sarka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05860945067687488382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tI00yCeKCvw/SSm3rWN80bI/AAAAAAAAAHg/0QEKlyrgY1Q/S220/wingsa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522558931869976208.post-6574474647833929345</id><published>2008-02-13T09:54:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-13T09:57:06.367+01:00</updated><title type='text'>14.2. 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Happy Valentine´s day!'/><author><name>Sarka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05860945067687488382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tI00yCeKCvw/SSm3rWN80bI/AAAAAAAAAHg/0QEKlyrgY1Q/S220/wingsa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522558931869976208.post-4712687660860374527</id><published>2008-02-13T09:49:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T19:58:15.659+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Sarka butterfly..</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tI00yCeKCvw/R7KvaxBFCeI/AAAAAAAAAC8/I31clsWO1pQ/s1600-h/wings1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166384596916701666" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tI00yCeKCvw/R7KvaxBFCeI/AAAAAAAAAC8/I31clsWO1pQ/s320/wings1.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tI00yCeKCvw/R7KvbhBFCfI/AAAAAAAAADE/sT8O-5sMqWY/s1600-h/wings.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166384609801603570" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tI00yCeKCvw/R7KvbhBFCfI/AAAAAAAAADE/sT8O-5sMqWY/s320/wings.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tI00yCeKCvw/R7KvbhBFCgI/AAAAAAAAADM/wwyclcBop-w/s1600-h/secondlife-postcard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166384609801603586" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tI00yCeKCvw/R7KvbhBFCgI/AAAAAAAAADM/wwyclcBop-w/s320/secondlife-postcard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ff6666;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Love is giving wings...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5522558931869976208-4712687660860374527?l=sarkasemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkasemi.blogspot.com/feeds/4712687660860374527/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5522558931869976208&amp;postID=4712687660860374527' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522558931869976208/posts/default/4712687660860374527'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522558931869976208/posts/default/4712687660860374527'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkasemi.blogspot.com/2008/02/sarka-butterfly.html' title='Sarka butterfly..'/><author><name>Sarka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05860945067687488382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tI00yCeKCvw/SSm3rWN80bI/AAAAAAAAAHg/0QEKlyrgY1Q/S220/wingsa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tI00yCeKCvw/R7KvaxBFCeI/AAAAAAAAAC8/I31clsWO1pQ/s72-c/wings1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522558931869976208.post-118233579726974951</id><published>2008-02-12T22:25:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-17T19:59:31.789+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Presentation of novel Sarka in Torino</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tI00yCeKCvw/R7IPPBBFCdI/AAAAAAAAAC0/sbOzpBsQNPw/s1600-h/aa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166208473192794578" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tI00yCeKCvw/R7IPPBBFCdI/AAAAAAAAAC0/sbOzpBsQNPw/s320/aa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tI00yCeKCvw/R7IPDRBFCcI/AAAAAAAAACs/av-6nHsKjMw/s1600-h/secondlife-postcard.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166208271329331650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tI00yCeKCvw/R7IPDRBFCcI/AAAAAAAAACs/av-6nHsKjMw/s320/secondlife-postcard.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#663333;"&gt;What i can say about this? Is still incredible for me.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5522558931869976208-118233579726974951?l=sarkasemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkasemi.blogspot.com/feeds/118233579726974951/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5522558931869976208&amp;postID=118233579726974951' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522558931869976208/posts/default/118233579726974951'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522558931869976208/posts/default/118233579726974951'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkasemi.blogspot.com/2008/02/presentation-of-novel-sarka-in-torino.html' title='Presentation of novel Sarka in Torino'/><author><name>Sarka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05860945067687488382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tI00yCeKCvw/SSm3rWN80bI/AAAAAAAAAHg/0QEKlyrgY1Q/S220/wingsa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_tI00yCeKCvw/R7IPPBBFCdI/AAAAAAAAAC0/sbOzpBsQNPw/s72-c/aa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522558931869976208.post-9114919540916771921</id><published>2008-02-12T15:17:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-12T22:21:10.385+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Life concert of Yanil singer</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tI00yCeKCvw/R7GqvhBFCbI/AAAAAAAAACk/Yrx-irT5t0k/s1600-h/secondlife-postcard+concert.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5166097980864137650" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tI00yCeKCvw/R7GqvhBFCbI/AAAAAAAAACk/Yrx-irT5t0k/s320/secondlife-postcard+concert.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Isn´t it amazing, if this is possible in virtual world? Well i only missed movment with my real body in rhytm of music :-).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5522558931869976208-9114919540916771921?l=sarkasemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkasemi.blogspot.com/feeds/9114919540916771921/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5522558931869976208&amp;postID=9114919540916771921' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522558931869976208/posts/default/9114919540916771921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522558931869976208/posts/default/9114919540916771921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkasemi.blogspot.com/2008/02/blog-post.html' title='Life concert of Yanil singer'/><author><name>Sarka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05860945067687488382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tI00yCeKCvw/SSm3rWN80bI/AAAAAAAAAHg/0QEKlyrgY1Q/S220/wingsa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tI00yCeKCvw/R7GqvhBFCbI/AAAAAAAAACk/Yrx-irT5t0k/s72-c/secondlife-postcard+concert.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522558931869976208.post-7592884322908898872</id><published>2008-02-08T13:59:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-08T14:28:24.350+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Sarka video animation'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tI00yCeKCvw/R6xY04QNjwI/AAAAAAAAAAg/KudWtn4LAtU/s1600-h/5_0011.bmp"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5164600538163941122" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tI00yCeKCvw/R6xY04QNjwI/AAAAAAAAAAg/KudWtn4LAtU/s320/5_0011.bmp" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_tI00yCeKCvw/R6xX2IQNjvI/AAAAAAAAAAY/BQcbkzNfkWI/s1600-h/8_011.bmp"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Virtual Sarka in SL? Butterfly. Little girl and mature woman in the same time. Probably the biggest dreamer in this world, with own secrets... with wonderfull memories, with expectation about something new...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;object width="435" height="307" class="BLOG_video_class" id="BLOG_video-81d5f979103b481a" classid="clsid:D27CDB6E-AE6D-11cf-96B8-444553540000" codebase="http://download.macromedia.com/pub/shockwave/cabs/flash/swflash.cab#version=6,0,40,0"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/get_player"&gt;&lt;param name="bgcolor" value="#FFFFFF"&gt;&lt;param name="allowfullscreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="flashvars" value="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D81d5f979103b481a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331799218%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D863A88006DA60A8E5BFDD1D0041A4D1844E91D51.7590735CCE708AFC53981E40371696FF8CE20F0B%26key%3Dck1&amp;amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D81d5f979103b481a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dyod-l29SO0XoRTOAKIw-okNafDY&amp;amp;autoplay=0&amp;amp;ps=blogger"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/get_player" type="application/x-shockwave-flash"width="435" height="307" bgcolor="#FFFFFF"flashvars="flvurl=http://v16.nonxt2.googlevideo.com/videoplayback?id%3D81d5f979103b481a%26itag%3D5%26app%3Dblogger%26ip%3D0.0.0.0%26ipbits%3D0%26expire%3D1331799218%26sparams%3Did,itag,ip,ipbits,expire%26signature%3D863A88006DA60A8E5BFDD1D0041A4D1844E91D51.7590735CCE708AFC53981E40371696FF8CE20F0B%26key%3Dck1&amp;iurl=http://video.google.com/ThumbnailServer2?app%3Dblogger%26contentid%3D81d5f979103b481a%26offsetms%3D5000%26itag%3Dw160%26sigh%3Dyod-l29SO0XoRTOAKIw-okNafDY&amp;autoplay=0&amp;ps=blogger"allowFullScreen="true" /&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:georgia;color:#003300;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5522558931869976208-7592884322908898872?l=sarkasemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='enclosure' type='video/mp4' href='http://www.blogger.com/video-play.mp4?contentId=81d5f979103b481a&amp;type=video%2Fmp4' length='0'/><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkasemi.blogspot.com/feeds/7592884322908898872/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5522558931869976208&amp;postID=7592884322908898872' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522558931869976208/posts/default/7592884322908898872'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522558931869976208/posts/default/7592884322908898872'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkasemi.blogspot.com/2008/02/virtual-sarka-in-sl-butterfly.html' title=''/><author><name>Sarka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05860945067687488382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tI00yCeKCvw/SSm3rWN80bI/AAAAAAAAAHg/0QEKlyrgY1Q/S220/wingsa.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_tI00yCeKCvw/R6xY04QNjwI/AAAAAAAAAAg/KudWtn4LAtU/s72-c/5_0011.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5522558931869976208.post-2359344891034837791</id><published>2008-02-05T11:50:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2008-02-05T11:51:46.364+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Greeting</title><content type='html'>Hello dears, just i am starting here. Could be fun... :-)&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5522558931869976208-2359344891034837791?l=sarkasemi.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sarkasemi.blogspot.com/feeds/2359344891034837791/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5522558931869976208&amp;postID=2359344891034837791' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522558931869976208/posts/default/2359344891034837791'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5522558931869976208/posts/default/2359344891034837791'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sarkasemi.blogspot.com/2008/02/greeting.html' title='Greeting'/><author><name>Sarka</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05860945067687488382</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_tI00yCeKCvw/SSm3rWN80bI/AAAAAAAAAHg/0QEKlyrgY1Q/S220/wingsa.jpg'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry></feed>
