Viernes, 16 de mayo de 2014. Tan solo tú y yo con nuestro atardecer,. Somos unos náufragos huyendo del ayer. Tú y yo tenemos que creer. Que para escapar no hay que correr,. No hay nada que temer antes de caer,. No hay tiempo que perder. Pues solo tú y yo sabemos huír el dolor,. Somos fugitivos, ya lo ves aún seguimos vivos. Tú y yo ooooh ooohh oooohh vamos a llegar. Tú y yo ooooh oooh ooooh juntos al final. Por qué no intentar dejarlo todo atrás,. Yo siento el miedo dejándonos,.

Saturday, March 13, 2010. He Stabbed Himself in the Chest. Blurred, smeared, whatever you want to call it, it is confusing, and exciting and scary all in one. 8220;Whatever you guys are having? 8221; I whispered shyly in my embarrassing English.

Sohni Dharti Allah Rakhy, Qadam Qadam Abad Such deep words, describing the glory of my land, the beautiful land, Pakistan. Four seasons, heightened mountains, lush greenery, waters of all tastes and shades, hospitable people and their never dying emotions is all what describes Pakistan. From a certain angle, it is a clear NO. Pakistan in this long journey has seen various transitions.