David Perdu will play live in Second Life on Monday at Noon grid time.
But you can visit Zetaworlds in open world if you want to listen....
As soon as David finds an audience in open world, he will play live at Zetaworlds again in the future...

All welcome!

Dresscode is anything but not naked!

Do yuo wan't to walk on SarsCov2?
by this view it seems not so bad, take a very little trip over and inside it, by now explanation in Italian and work in progress.

hop://craft-world.org:8002/Sweet%20Passion/81/127/1190

Do yuo wan't to walk on SarsCov2?
by this view it seems not so bad, take a very little trip over and inside it, by now explanation in Italian and work in progress.

hop://craft-world.org:8002/Sweet%20Passion/81/127/1190

Do you want to walk on SarsCov2?
by this view it seems not so bad :-D, take a very little trip over and inside it, by now explanations in Italian and work in progress.
hop://craft-world.org:8002/Sweet%20Passion/81/127/1190

hanging out listening to DJ Gio's set....awesome mix.....

virtualdream-grid.com:8002:Exodar
Kevin.Gates @virtualdream-grid.com:8002
with God's help opened all rights to transfer the object

#godopensim #virtualdream-grid #goldenriver vladimir Djannovic

craft-world.org:8002:Paris
ana57@craft-world.org: 8002 with God's help opened all rights to transfer the object
#godopensim #craft-world

A thousand years

A thousand years, a thousand more,
A thousand times a million doors to eternity
I may have lived a thousand lives, a thousand times
An endless turning stairway climbs
To a tower of souls
If it takes another thousand years, a thousand wars,
The towers rise to numberless floors in space
I could shed another million tears, a million breaths,
A million names but only one truth to face

A million roads, a million fears
A million suns, ten million years of uncertainty
I could speak a million lies, a million songs,
A million rights, a million wrongs in this balance of time
But if there was a single truth, a single light
A single thought, a singular touch of grace
Then following this single point , this single flame,
The single haunted memory of your face

I still love you
I still want you
A thousand times the mysteries unfold themselves
Like galaxies in my head

I may be numberless, I may be innocent
I may know many things, I may be ignorant
Or I could ride with kings and conquer many lands
Or win this world at cards and let it slip my hands
I could be cannon food, destroyed a thousand times
Reborn as fortunes child to judge anothers crimes
Or wear this pilgrims cloak, or be a common thief
Ive kept this single faith, I have but one belief

I still love you
I still want you
A thousand times the mysteries unfold themselves
Like galaxies in my head
On and on the mysteries unwind themselves
Eternities still unsaid
til you love me