tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-47538707829326529902011-07-31T07:06:24.194+08:00Hola cada uno. El nombre completo es compartimiento Zainal de Mohamed Hafizudin. La gente me llama Hafiz. I' m en universidad y un día dominaré el mundo. Tengo gusto de beber cualquier bebida relacionada café pero me caería de alguna manera dormido luego. No escribo ni hablo español sino que por alguna razón apenas siento como mecanografiarlo en español.hafizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14780317872029944513noreply@blogger.comBlogger11100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4753870782932652990.post-80811381276408785352010-09-30T23:33:00.000+08:002010-09-30T23:33:49.027+08:00When time gallops like the horses on a meadow,<br />so beautiful, you wonder, yet frightening<br />when your hands are lubricants,<br />unable to grip and slow down time.<br /><br />The beauty of time comes with order,<br />certainty knowing that you are part of the world<br />yet increasingly, time itself distances you from yourself<br /><br />You begin to fail and question<br />what's there in life but void?<br />Nothing comes to a rest; time<br />knows nothing but to propel you to a ground<br />good or bad it forces you to make a choice.<br /><br />Only when you find equilibrium<br />between your outer and inner self<br />the locks heavenly locked<br />and your spirit flows against time.<br /><br />By then, you visit the past<br />physically absent but you know you're there<br />that's when you have&nbsp;found your inner soul<br />- nostalgia.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/4753870782932652990-8081138127640878535?l=andesto-espanyolite.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>hafizhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14780317872029944513noreply@blogger.com0