tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-88643082135515431342024-03-13T20:04:24.411-07:00EtapaRose Perniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16806559843801033519noreply@blogger.comBlogger48125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864308213551543134.post-60454919667361684222011-03-17T17:40:00.001-07:002011-09-01T21:34:01.233-07:00Passion.There are many feelings in life, which I don't need to mention.. we have all felt most of them if not all.
<br />But today is passion.
<br />I see gray hair standing there for a chance, wearing his 'guallos' and his years , surrounded by the young and strong.. but gray hair wont stop, he loves the sport and he's here. I wonder about his life away from the green grass he's stepping on right now, arms crossed standing firm for a chance to kick a ball named passion, and he wont stop.
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<br />-Rose A. Pernía
<br />Rose Perniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16806559843801033519noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864308213551543134.post-27440153347397473972011-01-12T10:01:00.001-08:002011-09-01T21:38:35.713-07:0012Me dio una dosis de enamoramiento y nunca se cuando se acabara el efecto...
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<br />- Rose A. Pernia
<br />Rose Perniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16806559843801033519noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864308213551543134.post-34619936022312094232011-01-10T13:37:00.001-08:002011-01-10T13:37:31.703-08:0010Concerned about the end with not exact begining, but not caring at all.... <div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5</div>Rose Perniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16806559843801033519noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864308213551543134.post-61402490337623982642011-01-09T14:46:00.001-08:002011-01-09T14:46:30.255-08:009thHurry and show me what you got for me life I've taken so many steps ain't seen nothing yet <div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5</div>Rose Perniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16806559843801033519noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864308213551543134.post-56663287323754680882011-01-08T10:35:00.000-08:002011-01-08T10:51:08.596-08:00Octavo dia<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1CPhM9uw4/TSiyF1ufC9I/AAAAAAAAAP8/Swtm2jb1zec/s1600/mail.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 297px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559889553380019154" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1CPhM9uw4/TSiyF1ufC9I/AAAAAAAAAP8/Swtm2jb1zec/s320/mail.jpg" /></a><br /><div>Beautiful sun, blue sky under a palm tree on the beach<br />trying to remember when was the first time i said hello.</div>Rose Perniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16806559843801033519noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864308213551543134.post-39511931419286253692011-01-02T13:52:00.001-08:002011-01-02T13:52:53.972-08:00segundo diaEntonces cuando todo vuelve a la normalidad, no se que hacer.... feliz e indecisa.<div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5</div>Rose Perniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16806559843801033519noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864308213551543134.post-15942014807391130252011-01-01T13:27:00.001-08:002011-01-01T13:27:08.937-08:00primer diaEl arte de creerme todo lo que me digo se convierte en negligencia sentimental donde la antagonista soy yo. <br/> <br/> <br/> <br/> <br/> -Rose<div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5</div>Rose Perniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16806559843801033519noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864308213551543134.post-74301037795773079232010-12-30T15:09:00.001-08:002010-12-30T15:09:53.250-08:00And so...Every time I have something good my mind takes it away from me. Battles day and night it gets overwhelming after hours. I miss my old self. When I was in control, ruled my decisions, I wasn't perfect but I was able to even it all so at the end of a day my body would feel as a free region. Just saying <br/> <br/> <br/> - Rose<div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5</div>Rose Perniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16806559843801033519noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864308213551543134.post-11288349990035258542010-12-30T11:46:00.001-08:002010-12-30T11:46:47.243-08:00Here<p><a href='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_kI1CPhM9uw4/TRzhpNBf2gI/AAAAAAAAAPw/PvJocUsnj7M/FxCam_1293485167937.jpg'><img src='http://lh4.ggpht.com/_kI1CPhM9uw4/TRzhpNBf2gI/AAAAAAAAAPw/PvJocUsnj7M/s400/FxCam_1293485167937.jpg' /></a></p> For about 134567 hours -_-<div style='clear: both; text-align: center; font-size: xx-small;'>Published with Blogger-droid v1.6.5</div>Rose Perniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16806559843801033519noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864308213551543134.post-75086311246529614162010-10-16T15:40:00.001-07:002010-12-22T11:18:10.853-08:00Horas y dias.<span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);">Una temporada sin hoja ni lapiz<br />que cuando la luz se apaga no se debe prender<br />me acuerdo de todo y nada quiero entender<br />y si muero hoy me llevo lo que nunca tuve<br />con razon y ya nada quiero<br />pues todo es lo que no he querido<br />pero aun asi hay que comprender<br />que cuando llueve no hay que correr.<br /><br />kilometros son horas.. son dias<br />asi es como funciona mi borrador<br />sonrio con tantas ganas sin querer llorar<br />es que se que lo que viene es de no olvidar<br />y si lamento un momento sera el no poder respirar<br />por que en esta vida no hay nada que me pueda parar.<br /><br />es asi como encontre un lapiz y esta hoja guardado en ese cajon<br />para poder escribir tu nombre que me inspiro.<br /><br />- Rose A. Pernia.</span>Rose Perniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16806559843801033519noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864308213551543134.post-64668911679043202602010-09-09T19:16:00.000-07:002010-12-22T11:19:23.752-08:00Por mas dificil que sea.<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1CPhM9uw4/TImVNf2BQjI/AAAAAAAAANw/VW58Jr2tw1c/s1600/Picture+7.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5515103277810795058" style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; width: 320px; height: 240px; text-align: center;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1CPhM9uw4/TImVNf2BQjI/AAAAAAAAANw/VW58Jr2tw1c/s320/Picture+7.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"><span style="color: rgb(204, 102, 204);"><strong>En la vida hay amores que deben olvidarse...</strong></span></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div>Rose Perniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16806559843801033519noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864308213551543134.post-4339815022268840922010-08-14T10:27:00.000-07:002010-08-14T10:36:01.336-07:00esta vez otra vez.<strong><span style="color:#6600cc;">por que el miedo de dejarte ir</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6600cc;">si eres nada mas que un peso en mi memoria</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6600cc;">por años has estado en medio de todo lo que hago</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6600cc;">y sin querer te pongo en la montaña mas alta del mundo</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6600cc;">quien eres tu para hablarme asi?</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6600cc;">que eres tu para creerte mas </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6600cc;">no eres mas que un pedazo de piel </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6600cc;">no te juzgo por ser cerrado de mente</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6600cc;">pero a veces quisiera ser otra y perderme </span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6600cc;">que esto sea la razon de que alfin te vayas</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6600cc;">quedarme entre tu y tu me hace mal.</span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6600cc;"></span></strong><br /><strong><span style="color:#6600cc;">- Rose A. Pernia</span></strong>Rose Perniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16806559843801033519noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864308213551543134.post-47957291679126087452010-06-19T17:37:00.001-07:002010-06-19T17:43:39.595-07:00Gotta go.<span style="color:#ff0000;">If they only knew what i feel inside</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">i want to end all the words not tomorrow but tonight</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">there is nowhere to run </span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">no field for this rose </span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">how am i to forget every sense </span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">when is natural to remember you</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">is there anything i could do to change this path?</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">can anyone tell me even in secret, i don't care</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">there is no field for this rose</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">no water nor sun </span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">dying slowly on her own </span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">if anyone knew how it feels</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">i would have my own field</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">i have to go.</span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ff0000;">- Rose A. Pernia</span>Rose Perniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16806559843801033519noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864308213551543134.post-30621822552417222862010-06-01T19:32:00.000-07:002010-06-01T19:33:12.156-07:00I simply...<span style="color:#cc33cc;">miss him.</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">- Rose A. Pernia</span>Rose Perniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16806559843801033519noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864308213551543134.post-89376247489951051132010-05-23T19:49:00.000-07:002010-05-23T19:52:01.022-07:00Que?Erronio aquel ser humano que me diga que uno mas uno es dos si yo quiero que sea tres.<br />No entiendo como el respeto tiene que ser obligacion cuando viene a algo que no debe respeto<br />me comprendo cuando hablo de la noche de luna llena y cuando de vez en cuando escribo lo primero que llegue a mi mente, como hoy.<br /><br />-Rose A. PerniaRose Perniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16806559843801033519noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864308213551543134.post-18679568809907294442010-05-17T21:30:00.000-07:002010-05-17T22:09:34.465-07:00I need to leave.<span style="color:#336666;">There must be a reason for a yes or a no</span><br /><span style="color:#336666;">for a go or a shut the fuck up</span><br /><span style="color:#336666;">sometimes it gets too crazy </span><br /><span style="color:#336666;">thats when i feel i need to leave</span><br /><span style="color:#336666;">i need to leave again. </span><br /><span style="color:#336666;"></span><br /><span style="color:#336666;">Can't you get it inside your head? </span><br /><span style="color:#336666;">you seemed pretty smart yesterday </span><br /><span style="color:#336666;">but today.. today something went wrong.</span><br /><span style="color:#336666;"></span><br /><span style="color:#336666;">There must be a reason for me not wanting to talk</span><br /><span style="color:#336666;">you seemed very different from who i had met before. </span><br /><span style="color:#336666;"></span><br /><span style="color:#336666;">- Rose A. Pernia</span>Rose Perniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16806559843801033519noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864308213551543134.post-20724714412407601322010-05-10T20:50:00.000-07:002010-05-10T20:53:15.201-07:00He makes me smile.<span style="color:#cc33cc;">We seem to be what we want</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">i think of him all the time</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">he tells me he misses me when we are together,</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">he says i look prettier than the day before</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">and he doesnt know what to do about it </span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">with that, he makes me smile</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">everything he says makes me smile </span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">even if is true or a lie i smile </span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">i am not to believe but i believe he makes me feel out of this world</span><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">just perfect.</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#cc33cc;">- Rose A. Pernia</span>Rose Perniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16806559843801033519noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864308213551543134.post-54662956813538639852010-05-07T09:14:00.000-07:002010-05-07T09:49:56.071-07:00Sunflower Field.<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1CPhM9uw4/S-RD3NroPlI/AAAAAAAAANg/kQf0nLYMhSc/s1600/P1040510.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468570463379144274" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1CPhM9uw4/S-RD3NroPlI/AAAAAAAAANg/kQf0nLYMhSc/s320/P1040510.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1CPhM9uw4/S-RD2tREgnI/AAAAAAAAANY/NPnKZTHRqmM/s1600/P1040502.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468570454677815922" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 294px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1CPhM9uw4/S-RD2tREgnI/AAAAAAAAANY/NPnKZTHRqmM/s320/P1040502.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1CPhM9uw4/S-RD2KVwRxI/AAAAAAAAANQ/BC9A4g1aEJQ/s1600/P1040498.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468570445302220562" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 317px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1CPhM9uw4/S-RD2KVwRxI/AAAAAAAAANQ/BC9A4g1aEJQ/s320/P1040498.JPG" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#999900;">Yesterday i went with my father to the sunflower field, as soon as we got there our parent vs daughter and vice versa relationship changed, suddenly we started agreeing on everything (something that never happens). Even though the field was almost fully harvested the view was beautiful. We laughed , we ran from the bees, we got lost. It was a moment to never forget.</span><br /></div><div><span style="color:#999900;">- Rose A. Pernia</span><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div>Rose Perniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16806559843801033519noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864308213551543134.post-30122144607307213932010-05-06T08:47:00.000-07:002010-05-06T08:52:00.082-07:00Young.<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1CPhM9uw4/S-Lk3UDNlnI/AAAAAAAAANI/nTH2OmwF_24/s1600/DSCN7755.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5468184536507324018" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1CPhM9uw4/S-Lk3UDNlnI/AAAAAAAAANI/nTH2OmwF_24/s320/DSCN7755.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#ff6666;">There is one thing i will do for myself</span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6666;">that is, to enjoy every second of my life.</span></div><div><span style="color:#ff6666;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#ff6666;">- Rose A. Pernia</span></div><div></div><div></div>Rose Perniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16806559843801033519noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864308213551543134.post-58001332687844569202010-05-06T08:03:00.000-07:002010-05-06T08:17:53.886-07:00Musician.<span style="color:#336666;">You define gorgeous with that musician look </span><br /><span style="color:#336666;">your long black hair and leather boots</span><br /><span style="color:#336666;">it seems i cant get enough of your gauges and the tattoos with history marked on your skin, </span><br /><span style="color:#336666;">big round glasses matching your personality.</span><br /><span style="color:#336666;"></span><br /><span style="color:#336666;">Don't you smile at me </span><br /><span style="color:#336666;">i'm already thinking on how to get to you</span><br /><span style="color:#336666;">imagining our first kiss that may never come true.</span><br /><span style="color:#336666;"></span><br /><span style="color:#336666;">Play me like you play your guitar in a night full of wine </span><br /><span style="color:#336666;">just play me and take me away for tonight should be just you and i</span><br /><span style="color:#336666;">by the way it has been a pleasure meeting you.</span><br /><span style="color:#336666;"></span><br /><span style="color:#336666;">I'm in love with your musician look and the way you smile</span><br /><span style="color:#336666;">can you tell you have done some damage to my head, it's all full of you now.</span><br /><span style="color:#336666;">Play me like you play your guitar, caress me as if i were your piano in a night full of wine </span><br /><span style="color:#336666;">just play me and take me away </span><br /><span style="color:#336666;">for tonight should be just me and you by the way it has been a pleasure having you.</span><br /><span style="color:#336666;"></span><br /><span style="color:#336666;">- Rose A. Pernia</span>Rose Perniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16806559843801033519noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864308213551543134.post-15338041839462244142010-04-24T10:45:00.000-07:002010-04-24T10:51:07.476-07:00como.<span style="color:#cc9933;">sin saber que pasa entre estas paredes intensas<br />que por si ya me tienen echa nada<br />quisiera saber que es lo que pasa<br />son palabras rudas con palabras dulces que me hacen recordar<br />tengo mi mente perdida y miro directo al reloj<br />cuando y como sera la hora en que todo sea solo recuerdos y nada mas<br />recuerdos sin sentimientos ni dolor y sin una lagrima<br />sin el -que pasaria si-...<br /><br />-Rose A. Pernia</span>Rose Perniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16806559843801033519noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864308213551543134.post-8254899636524526682010-04-11T18:08:00.000-07:002010-04-11T18:15:01.181-07:00Lo que quiero.<span style="color:#ffffff;"></span><a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1CPhM9uw4/S8JzHgMsIDI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mnWDZEay7GM/s1600/SAM_0600.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5459052271065899058" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_kI1CPhM9uw4/S8JzHgMsIDI/AAAAAAAAAM8/mnWDZEay7GM/s320/SAM_0600.JPG" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#ffffff;">Quien dice que tengo que hacer lo que la vida pone en mi camino</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">usualmente sigo lo que no es plan...</span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">Quien dice que lo que digo hoy no impotara mañana </span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">me vale mierda </span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">simplemente quiero respirar y caminar... vivir.<br /></span><br /><span style="color:#ffffff;">- Rose A. Pernia </span>Rose Perniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16806559843801033519noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864308213551543134.post-19593339078924586742010-04-05T07:37:00.000-07:002010-04-05T07:42:29.539-07:00Perdon.<span style="color:#333300;">No quiero </span><br /><span style="color:#333300;">no me da la gana</span><br /><span style="color:#333300;">no necesito</span><br /><span style="color:#333300;">no intento </span><br /><span style="color:#333300;">no quiero posible </span><br /><span style="color:#333300;">no quiero nada . </span><br /><span style="color:#333300;"></span><br /><span style="color:#333300;">- Rose A. Pernia</span><br /><span style="color:#333300;"></span>Rose Perniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16806559843801033519noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864308213551543134.post-9072555244281624872010-03-30T20:40:00.000-07:002010-03-30T20:54:56.103-07:00Por que mas.<span style="color:#993300;">Por tal </span><br /><span style="color:#993300;">por eso</span><br /><span style="color:#993300;">por ti es que no quiero volver</span><br /><span style="color:#993300;">empezar cuando ya se el final. </span><br /><span style="color:#993300;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993300;">Que mal se ve </span><br /><span style="color:#993300;">que manera de no saber </span><br /><span style="color:#993300;">como si en vez de hacerlo mejor </span><br /><span style="color:#993300;">destrozas cada sentido que quedo en este corazon</span><br /><span style="color:#993300;">me imagino que ya no deberia de pensar en ti </span><br /><span style="color:#993300;">pero que curiosa es la vida. </span><br /><span style="color:#993300;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993300;">- Rose A. Pernia</span>Rose Perniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16806559843801033519noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8864308213551543134.post-42729709883699300992010-03-28T21:30:00.001-07:002010-03-28T21:32:00.751-07:00Dias.<span style="color:#ffcc33;">me faltan unos dias</span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc33;">creo poder hacer esto</span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc33;">mejor dicho </span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc33;">se que puedo pasar por todo este tiempo</span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc33;">y dejar que pase todo lo que mas quiero</span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc33;">confio en que todo estara bien</span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc33;">al fin de todo</span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc33;">las cosas siempre trabajan a su favor.</span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc33;"></span><br /><span style="color:#ffcc33;">Rose A. Pernia</span>Rose Perniahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/16806559843801033519noreply@blogger.com0