<?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-23407178</id><updated>2011-04-22T06:33:01.382+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cartas para Arasmil</title><subtitle type='html'>Escritos de Arasmil</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartas-para-arasmil.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23407178/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartas-para-arasmil.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Arasmil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15785423011770189615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://arasmil.googlepages.com/arasmil.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>14</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23407178.post-115961723218645876</id><published>2006-09-30T13:48:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-09-30T13:56:55.986+02:00</updated><title type='text'>XIII. Completitud</title><summary type='text'>Sé que soy grande y bueno, aunque a veces no lo reconozca. Sé que formo parte de algo espacial.Lo malo de saberlo es que también me doy cuenta de que me falta la mitad. Mi cuerpo no está completo sin tí. Mi alma no está completa sin tí.Me falta la mitad de mi cuerpo. Me falta la mitad de mi alma.No renunciaría a saber que me falta la mitad para ser feliz en la ignorancia. El placer y el honor de </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartas-para-arasmil.blogspot.com/feeds/115961723218645876/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23407178&amp;postID=115961723218645876' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23407178/posts/default/115961723218645876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23407178/posts/default/115961723218645876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartas-para-arasmil.blogspot.com/2006/09/xiii-completitud.html' title='XIII. Completitud'/><author><name>Arasmil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15785423011770189615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://arasmil.googlepages.com/arasmil.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23407178.post-115825328696930474</id><published>2006-09-14T18:58:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-09-14T19:01:26.980+02:00</updated><title type='text'>XII. Indispensable</title><summary type='text'>A veces hemos definido lo que sentimos como algo más. A veces yo puedo intentar transportar al mundo de las palabras ese sentimiento que llamamos algo más. Cuando lo intento surgen cosas más o menos bonitas, definidas o concretas. Aunque no consigo expresar de una manera global nuestro algo más sí creo que se llega captar parte de él.Estaba en mi cama sin poder dormir. Me atormentaba a mí mismo </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartas-para-arasmil.blogspot.com/feeds/115825328696930474/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23407178&amp;postID=115825328696930474' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23407178/posts/default/115825328696930474'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23407178/posts/default/115825328696930474'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartas-para-arasmil.blogspot.com/2006/09/xii-indispensable.html' title='XII. Indispensable'/><author><name>Arasmil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15785423011770189615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://arasmil.googlepages.com/arasmil.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23407178.post-115532111773027287</id><published>2006-08-11T20:31:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-08-11T20:31:57.746+02:00</updated><title type='text'>XI. Duele</title><summary type='text'>La vida juega. La vida da muchas vueltas, sí. La vida duele.Decepciono a Arasmil, me decepciono a mi mismo.Vueltas da la vida...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartas-para-arasmil.blogspot.com/feeds/115532111773027287/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23407178&amp;postID=115532111773027287' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23407178/posts/default/115532111773027287'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23407178/posts/default/115532111773027287'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartas-para-arasmil.blogspot.com/2006/08/xi-duele.html' title='XI. Duele'/><author><name>Arasmil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15785423011770189615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://arasmil.googlepages.com/arasmil.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23407178.post-115324700028110940</id><published>2006-07-18T20:21:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-07-18T20:23:20.293+02:00</updated><title type='text'>X. Conversación</title><summary type='text'>Siannah: ¿Qué ocurre tesoro?Arasmil: Siannah, te extraño demasiado. Me haces mucha falta... mucha, mucha.Siannah: ¡Ay amor! Te abrazo y no te suelto. Amor, es duro, pero mientras más me extrañes más feliz serás cuando estemos definitivamente juntos. ¡Te amo Arasmil! ¡Te abrazo! ¡Te beso! Sabes, estaba leyendo sobre la Atlántida, amor bendito.    Arasmil: Mi pasatiempo a los trece años era </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartas-para-arasmil.blogspot.com/feeds/115324700028110940/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23407178&amp;postID=115324700028110940' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23407178/posts/default/115324700028110940'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23407178/posts/default/115324700028110940'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartas-para-arasmil.blogspot.com/2006/07/x-conversacin.html' title='X. Conversación'/><author><name>Arasmil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15785423011770189615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://arasmil.googlepages.com/arasmil.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23407178.post-115308169758457367</id><published>2006-07-16T22:27:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-07-16T22:28:17.596+02:00</updated><title type='text'>IX. Saber</title><summary type='text'>Me gustaría saber mucho más sobre todo lo referente a nuestra unidad. En realidad tengo mil y una preguntas que hacerte mi vida.Quisiera volver a descubrirlo todo cogido de tu mano, mi amor.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartas-para-arasmil.blogspot.com/feeds/115308169758457367/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23407178&amp;postID=115308169758457367' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23407178/posts/default/115308169758457367'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23407178/posts/default/115308169758457367'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartas-para-arasmil.blogspot.com/2006/07/ix-saber.html' title='IX. Saber'/><author><name>Arasmil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15785423011770189615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://arasmil.googlepages.com/arasmil.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23407178.post-115298012795542896</id><published>2006-07-15T18:12:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-07-15T18:15:27.976+02:00</updated><title type='text'>VIII. ¿Paradojas?</title><summary type='text'>Dicen que el amor es paradójico.Entre nosotros no cabe la negatividad: tú eres lo que me hace feliz y por lo tanto no es posible que sea infeliz por ti...Arasmil, lo nuestro no es amor. Es algo más...</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartas-para-arasmil.blogspot.com/feeds/115298012795542896/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23407178&amp;postID=115298012795542896' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23407178/posts/default/115298012795542896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23407178/posts/default/115298012795542896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartas-para-arasmil.blogspot.com/2006/07/viii-paradojas.html' title='VIII. ¿Paradojas?'/><author><name>Arasmil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15785423011770189615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://arasmil.googlepages.com/arasmil.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23407178.post-115291080054648850</id><published>2006-07-14T22:58:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-07-14T23:00:00.560+02:00</updated><title type='text'>VII. Mensaje</title><summary type='text'>Buenos días amada mía, sol que alumbra mi camino, fresca brisa que refresca mi alma...Que dios este contigo en este dia y te de felicidad. Te amo.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartas-para-arasmil.blogspot.com/feeds/115291080054648850/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23407178&amp;postID=115291080054648850' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23407178/posts/default/115291080054648850'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23407178/posts/default/115291080054648850'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartas-para-arasmil.blogspot.com/2006/07/vii-mensaje.html' title='VII. Mensaje'/><author><name>Arasmil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15785423011770189615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://arasmil.googlepages.com/arasmil.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23407178.post-115280825326393437</id><published>2006-07-13T18:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-07-13T18:30:53.276+02:00</updated><title type='text'>VI. Eres</title><summary type='text'>Cuanto más veo como son los demásmás te aprecio.Eres incomparablemente buena y pura.Eres lo que siempre quise tener.Mi vida.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartas-para-arasmil.blogspot.com/feeds/115280825326393437/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23407178&amp;postID=115280825326393437' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23407178/posts/default/115280825326393437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23407178/posts/default/115280825326393437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartas-para-arasmil.blogspot.com/2006/07/vi-eres.html' title='VI. Eres'/><author><name>Arasmil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15785423011770189615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://arasmil.googlepages.com/arasmil.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23407178.post-114944250200756929</id><published>2006-06-04T19:32:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-06-04T19:35:02.023+02:00</updated><title type='text'>V. Estrellas</title><summary type='text'>Hay gente a mi alrededor, pero me siento solo. ¡Tan solo!Necesito que me abraces...Miles de millones de personas, como estrellas en el cielo, en el mundo. Y solo una estrella es mi guía. Solo una mi compañera. Solo una me hace sentir vivo. Amado.Dos estrellas... que se miran desde lejos. Pronto dejaremos de mirarnos desde la distancia para amarnos en vida.Tú, mi estrella.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartas-para-arasmil.blogspot.com/feeds/114944250200756929/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23407178&amp;postID=114944250200756929' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23407178/posts/default/114944250200756929'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23407178/posts/default/114944250200756929'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartas-para-arasmil.blogspot.com/2006/06/v-estrellas.html' title='V. Estrellas'/><author><name>Arasmil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15785423011770189615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://arasmil.googlepages.com/arasmil.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23407178.post-114933031044190412</id><published>2006-06-03T12:24:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T21:21:54.706+02:00</updated><title type='text'>IV. A veces</title><summary type='text'>A veces me despierto y siento que lo que veo no es todo lo que hay. Es como si durante un instante me diera cuenta de que los sentidos que poseen nuestros cuerpos humanos no son capaces de captar toda la realidad. A veces siento que hay algo más.¿Querrás descubrir conmigo lo desconocido?</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartas-para-arasmil.blogspot.com/feeds/114933031044190412/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23407178&amp;postID=114933031044190412' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23407178/posts/default/114933031044190412'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23407178/posts/default/114933031044190412'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartas-para-arasmil.blogspot.com/2006/06/iv-veces.html' title='IV. A veces'/><author><name>Arasmil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15785423011770189615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://arasmil.googlepages.com/arasmil.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23407178.post-114837928670450885</id><published>2006-05-23T12:14:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-05-23T12:14:46.713+02:00</updated><title type='text'>III. Un mundo de sensaciones</title><summary type='text'>Sientes el calor del sol acariciando tu piel.Sientes las caricias del viento rozando tu ser.Sientes el frescor después de la tormenta,alimentando tu querer.Sientes el calor de mis besos acariciando tu piel.Sientes las caricias de mi cuerpo rozando tu ser.Sientes el frescor de mi pensamiento,alimentando tu querer.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartas-para-arasmil.blogspot.com/feeds/114837928670450885/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23407178&amp;postID=114837928670450885' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23407178/posts/default/114837928670450885'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23407178/posts/default/114837928670450885'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartas-para-arasmil.blogspot.com/2006/05/iii-un-mundo-de-sensaciones.html' title='III. Un mundo de sensaciones'/><author><name>Arasmil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15785423011770189615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://arasmil.googlepages.com/arasmil.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23407178.post-114518397521149234</id><published>2006-04-16T12:38:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2006-04-16T12:47:57.940+02:00</updated><title type='text'>II. Soy</title><summary type='text'>Soy el viento que te mece.Soy el viento que te acaricia.Tú, mi vida.Tú, mi motivo.Yo, tus sentidos.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartas-para-arasmil.blogspot.com/feeds/114518397521149234/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23407178&amp;postID=114518397521149234' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23407178/posts/default/114518397521149234'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23407178/posts/default/114518397521149234'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartas-para-arasmil.blogspot.com/2006/04/ii-soy.html' title='II. Soy'/><author><name>Arasmil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15785423011770189615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://arasmil.googlepages.com/arasmil.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23407178.post-114147413822077857</id><published>2006-03-14T13:22:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-05-28T00:26:06.110+02:00</updated><title type='text'>I. El viento</title><summary type='text'>Imagina que estás en una playa. Hay poca gente. Se encuentran lejos de tí. Apenas son unas pequeñas figuras en la lejanía. La arena es clara. Con ondulaciones muy suaves. El suelo está muy poco inclinado. El mar está frente a tí, a un par de decenas de pasos. Comienzas a andar, lentamente, suavemente, hacia el mar. Sientes la arena caliente, ondulada y seca bajo tus pies. En unos pasos llegas a </summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartas-para-arasmil.blogspot.com/feeds/114147413822077857/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23407178&amp;postID=114147413822077857' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23407178/posts/default/114147413822077857'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23407178/posts/default/114147413822077857'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartas-para-arasmil.blogspot.com/2006/03/i-el-viento.html' title='I. El viento'/><author><name>Arasmil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15785423011770189615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://arasmil.googlepages.com/arasmil.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-23407178.post-114233888506640959</id><published>2006-03-13T13:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2006-06-11T21:17:58.643+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Cartas para Arasmil</title><summary type='text'>Querida Arasmil:A veces es muy duro soportar la distancia que nos separa.Espero que estas cartas nos ayuden a sentirnos más cerca el uno del otro.Te quiero.</summary><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cartas-para-arasmil.blogspot.com/feeds/114233888506640959/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=23407178&amp;postID=114233888506640959' title='1 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23407178/posts/default/114233888506640959'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/23407178/posts/default/114233888506640959'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cartas-para-arasmil.blogspot.com/2006/03/cartas-para-arasmil.html' title='Cartas para Arasmil'/><author><name>Arasmil</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/15785423011770189615</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='24' height='32' src='http://arasmil.googlepages.com/arasmil.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
