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Honoré de Balzac&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/146597cf/mf.gif' border='0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/342202319/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/342202319/a2.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/342202319/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/342202319/a2.img" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><guid isPermaLink="false">http://jevertigedevivre.skyrock.com/1613593962-Article-123-Only-the-sadness.html</guid><dc:creator>jevertigedevivre</dc:creator><dc:subject>Skyrock Blog</dc:subject><dc:date>2008-03-14T01:22:10Z</dc:date><dc:language>fr</dc:language><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://jevertigedevivre.skyrock.com/1613593962-Article-123-Only-the-sadness.html"><img align="left" src="http://52.mgl.skyrock.com/blog/vig/jevertigedevivre.22016052.1613593962.0.jpg" alt="" /></a> Un homme est bien fort quand il s&#039;avoue sa faiblesse. Honoré de Balzac</p>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title>Article 122: Aie</title><link>http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/1a0873b7/l/0Ljevertigedevivre0Bskyrock0N0C1613590A1780EArticle0E1220EAie0Bhtml/story01.htm</link><description>Les armes sont peu nombreuses contre le dégoût de soi-même. Jean Filiatrault&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/1a0873b7/mf.gif' border='0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/436761527/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/436761527/a2.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/436761527/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/436761527/a2.img" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><guid isPermaLink="false">http://jevertigedevivre.skyrock.com/1613590178-Article-122-Aie.html</guid><dc:creator>jevertigedevivre</dc:creator><dc:subject>Skyrock Blog</dc:subject><dc:date>2008-03-14T01:12:14Z</dc:date><dc:language>fr</dc:language><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://jevertigedevivre.skyrock.com/1613590178-Article-122-Aie.html"><img align="left" src="http://52.mgl.skyrock.com/blog/vig/jevertigedevivre.22016052.1613590178.0.jpg" alt="" /></a> Les armes sont peu nombreuses contre le dégoût de soi-même. Jean Filiatrault</p>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title>Article 121: Temps</title><link>http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/19659d61/l/0Ljevertigedevivre0Bskyrock0N0C15518369280EArticle0E1210ETemps0Bhtml/story01.htm</link><description>La photo, c'est un instant saisi, le plus fort, le plus touchant, le plus douloureux. Chahdortt Djavann.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/19659d61/mf.gif' border='0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/426089825/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/426089825/a2.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/426089825/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/426089825/a2.img" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><guid isPermaLink="false">http://jevertigedevivre.skyrock.com/1551836928-Article-121-Temps.html</guid><dc:creator>jevertigedevivre</dc:creator><dc:subject>Skyrock Blog</dc:subject><dc:date>2008-02-17T04:01:59Z</dc:date><dc:language>fr</dc:language><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://jevertigedevivre.skyrock.com/1551836928-Article-121-Temps.html"><img align="left" src="http://52.mgl.skyrock.com/blog/vig/jevertigedevivre.22016052.1551836928.0.jpg" alt="" /></a> La photo, c&#039;est un instant saisi, le plus fort, le plus touchant, le plus douloureux. Chahdortt Djavann.</p>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title>Article 120: Inconnu</title><link>http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/5a32ad37/l/0Ljevertigedevivre0Bskyrock0N0C15518361880EArticle0E120A0EInconnu0Bhtml/story01.htm</link><description>Chaque homme est une histoire qui n'est identique à aucune autre. Alexis Carrel.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/5a32ad37/mf.gif' border='0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/1513270583/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/1513270583/a2.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/1513270583/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/1513270583/a2.img" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><guid isPermaLink="false">http://jevertigedevivre.skyrock.com/1551836188-Article-120-Inconnu.html</guid><dc:creator>jevertigedevivre</dc:creator><dc:subject>Skyrock Blog</dc:subject><dc:date>2008-02-17T03:58:16Z</dc:date><dc:language>fr</dc:language><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://jevertigedevivre.skyrock.com/1551836188-Article-120-Inconnu.html"><img align="left" src="http://52.mgl.skyrock.com/blog/vig/jevertigedevivre.22016052.1551836188.0.jpg" alt="" /></a> Chaque homme est une histoire qui n&#039;est identique à aucune autre. Alexis Carrel.</p>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title>Article 119 : Pigeon</title><link>http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/3c172db8/l/0Ljevertigedevivre0Bskyrock0N0C1551835340A0EArticle0E1190EPigeon0Bhtml/story01.htm</link><description>Gardez votre ville propre, mangez du pigeon ! Victor Blin&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/3c172db8/mf.gif' border='0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/1008151992/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/1008151992/a2.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/1008151992/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/1008151992/a2.img" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><guid isPermaLink="false">http://jevertigedevivre.skyrock.com/1551835340-Article-119-Pigeon.html</guid><dc:creator>jevertigedevivre</dc:creator><dc:subject>Skyrock Blog</dc:subject><dc:date>2008-02-17T03:54:53Z</dc:date><dc:language>fr</dc:language><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://jevertigedevivre.skyrock.com/1551835340-Article-119-Pigeon.html"><img align="left" src="http://52.mgl.skyrock.com/blog/vig/jevertigedevivre.22016052.1551835340.0.jpg" alt="" /></a> Gardez votre ville propre, mangez du pigeon ! Victor Blin</p>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title>Article 118: Départ</title><link>http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/5015d4db/l/0Ljevertigedevivre0Bskyrock0N0C132372450A20EArticle0E1180EDepart0Bhtml/story01.htm</link><description>Les hommes doivent souffrir leur départ comme leur venue ici-bas ; le tout est d'être prêt. William Shakespeare&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/5015d4db/mf.gif' border='0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/1343608027/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/1343608027/a2.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/1343608027/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/1343608027/a2.img" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><guid isPermaLink="false">http://jevertigedevivre.skyrock.com/1323724502-Article-118-Depart.html</guid><dc:creator>jevertigedevivre</dc:creator><dc:subject>Skyrock Blog</dc:subject><dc:date>2007-11-05T13:04:02Z</dc:date><dc:language>fr</dc:language><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://jevertigedevivre.skyrock.com/1323724502-Article-118-Depart.html"><img align="left" src="http://52.mgl.skyrock.com/blog/vig/jevertigedevivre.22016052.1323724502.0.jpg" alt="" /></a> Les hommes doivent souffrir leur départ comme leur venue ici-bas ; le tout est d&#039;être prêt. William Shakespeare</p>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title>Article 117: Compliqué</title><link>http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/716440e5/l/0Ljevertigedevivre0Bskyrock0N0C1323720A50A80EArticle0E1170EComplique0Bhtml/story01.htm</link><description>Le quiproquo, c'est d'abord la vie même qui en est un, et le plus compliqué de tous. Luigi Pirandello&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/716440e5/mf.gif' border='0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/1902395621/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/1902395621/a2.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/1902395621/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/1902395621/a2.img" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><guid isPermaLink="false">http://jevertigedevivre.skyrock.com/1323720508-Article-117-Complique.html</guid><dc:creator>jevertigedevivre</dc:creator><dc:subject>Skyrock Blog</dc:subject><dc:date>2007-11-05T13:02:48Z</dc:date><dc:language>fr</dc:language><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://jevertigedevivre.skyrock.com/1323720508-Article-117-Complique.html"><img align="left" src="http://52.mgl.skyrock.com/blog/vig/jevertigedevivre.22016052.1323720508.0.jpg" alt="" /></a> Le quiproquo, c&#039;est d&#039;abord la vie même qui en est un, et le plus compliqué de tous. Luigi Pirandello</p>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title>Article 116: Femme</title><link>http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/615a3f56/l/0Ljevertigedevivre0Bskyrock0N0C13237149640EArticle0E1160EFemme0Bhtml/story01.htm</link><description>Les femmes libres ne sont pas des femmes. Colette&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/615a3f56/mf.gif' border='0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/1633304406/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/1633304406/a2.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/1633304406/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/1633304406/a2.img" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><guid isPermaLink="false">http://jevertigedevivre.skyrock.com/1323714964-Article-116-Femme.html</guid><dc:creator>jevertigedevivre</dc:creator><dc:subject>Skyrock Blog</dc:subject><dc:date>2007-11-05T13:01:12Z</dc:date><dc:language>fr</dc:language><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://jevertigedevivre.skyrock.com/1323714964-Article-116-Femme.html"><img align="left" src="http://52.mgl.skyrock.com/blog/vig/jevertigedevivre.22016052.1323714964.0.jpg" alt="" /></a> Les femmes libres ne sont pas des femmes. Colette</p>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title>Article 115: Infini</title><link>http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/67163685/l/0Ljevertigedevivre0Bskyrock0N0C132370A9110A0EArticle0E1150EInfini0Bhtml/story01.htm</link><description>Tout est relatif, excepté l'infini. Duc de Lévis.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/67163685/mf.gif' border='0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/1729508997/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/1729508997/a2.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/1729508997/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/1729508997/a2.img" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><guid isPermaLink="false">http://jevertigedevivre.skyrock.com/1323709110-Article-115-Infini.html</guid><dc:creator>jevertigedevivre</dc:creator><dc:subject>Skyrock Blog</dc:subject><dc:date>2007-11-05T12:59:24Z</dc:date><dc:language>fr</dc:language><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://jevertigedevivre.skyrock.com/1323709110-Article-115-Infini.html"><img align="left" src="http://52.mgl.skyrock.com/blog/vig/jevertigedevivre.22016052.1323709110.0.jpg" alt="" /></a> Tout est relatif, excepté l&#039;infini. Duc de Lévis.</p>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title>Article 114: Vieillesse</title><link>http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/7721fc36/l/0Ljevertigedevivre0Bskyrock0N0C132370A3220A0EArticle0E1140EVieillesse0Bhtml/story01.htm</link><description>La vieillesse. C'est la seule maladie dont on ne peut espérer guérir. Orson Welles&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/7721fc36/mf.gif' border='0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/1998715958/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/1998715958/a2.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/1998715958/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/1998715958/a2.img" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><guid isPermaLink="false">http://jevertigedevivre.skyrock.com/1323703220-Article-114-Vieillesse.html</guid><dc:creator>jevertigedevivre</dc:creator><dc:subject>Skyrock Blog</dc:subject><dc:date>2007-11-05T12:57:43Z</dc:date><dc:language>fr</dc:language><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://jevertigedevivre.skyrock.com/1323703220-Article-114-Vieillesse.html"><img align="left" src="http://52.mgl.skyrock.com/blog/vig/jevertigedevivre.22016052.1323703220.0.jpg" alt="" /></a> La vieillesse. C&#039;est la seule maladie dont on ne peut espérer guérir. Orson Welles</p>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title>Article 113: Le Mal</title><link>http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/3be922f3/l/0Ljevertigedevivre0Bskyrock0N0C13236985780EArticle0E1130ELe0EMal0Bhtml/story01.htm</link><description>Le mal qui nous fait mal, n'est pas le mal qui nous arrive mais le mal qu'on fait aux autres. Andrée Maillet&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/3be922f3/mf.gif' border='0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/1005134579/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/1005134579/a2.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/1005134579/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/1005134579/a2.img" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><guid isPermaLink="false">http://jevertigedevivre.skyrock.com/1323698578-Article-113-Le-Mal.html</guid><dc:creator>jevertigedevivre</dc:creator><dc:subject>Skyrock Blog</dc:subject><dc:date>2007-11-05T12:56:16Z</dc:date><dc:language>fr</dc:language><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://jevertigedevivre.skyrock.com/1323698578-Article-113-Le-Mal.html"><img align="left" src="http://52.mgl.skyrock.com/blog/vig/jevertigedevivre.22016052.1323698578.0.jpg" alt="" /></a> Le mal qui nous fait mal, n&#039;est pas le mal qui nous arrive mais le mal qu&#039;on fait aux autres. Andrée Maillet</p>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title>Article 112: Souviens-toi ...</title><link>http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/4d267db0/l/0Ljevertigedevivre0Bskyrock0N0C13236940A940EArticle0E1120ESouviens0Etoi0Bhtml/story01.htm</link><description>Souviens-toi que le Temps est un joueur avide Qui gagne sans tricher, à tout coup ! c'est la loi. Charles Baudelaire&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/4d267db0/mf.gif' border='0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/1294368176/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/1294368176/a2.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/1294368176/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/1294368176/a2.img" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><guid isPermaLink="false">http://jevertigedevivre.skyrock.com/1323694094-Article-112-Souviens-toi.html</guid><dc:creator>jevertigedevivre</dc:creator><dc:subject>Skyrock Blog</dc:subject><dc:date>2007-11-05T12:54:50Z</dc:date><dc:language>fr</dc:language><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://jevertigedevivre.skyrock.com/1323694094-Article-112-Souviens-toi.html"><img align="left" src="http://52.mgl.skyrock.com/blog/vig/jevertigedevivre.22016052.1323694094.0.jpg" alt="" /></a> Souviens-toi que le Temps est un joueur avide Qui gagne sans tricher, à tout coup ! c&#039;est la loi. Charles Baudelaire</p>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title>Article 111: Quelle solitude</title><link>http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/14b90808/l/0Ljevertigedevivre0Bskyrock0N0C13236899220EArticle0E1110EQuelle0Esolitude0Bhtml/story01.htm</link><description>On peut tout acquérir dans la solitude, hormis du caractère. Stendhal&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/14b90808/mf.gif' border='0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/347670536/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/347670536/a2.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/347670536/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/347670536/a2.img" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><guid isPermaLink="false">http://jevertigedevivre.skyrock.com/1323689922-Article-111-Quelle-solitude.html</guid><dc:creator>jevertigedevivre</dc:creator><dc:subject>Skyrock Blog</dc:subject><dc:date>2007-11-05T12:53:29Z</dc:date><dc:language>fr</dc:language><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://jevertigedevivre.skyrock.com/1323689922-Article-111-Quelle-solitude.html"><img align="left" src="http://52.mgl.skyrock.com/blog/vig/jevertigedevivre.22016052.1323689922.0.jpg" alt="" /></a> On peut tout acquérir dans la solitude, hormis du caractère. Stendhal</p>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title>Article 110: Mais l'ombre...</title><link>http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/63585513/l/0Ljevertigedevivre0Bskyrock0N0C13236797680EArticle0E110A0EMais0El0Eombre0Bhtml/story01.htm</link><description>L'homme est l'ombre d'un songe, et son oeuvre est son ombre. Marie de Gournay&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/63585513/mf.gif' border='0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/1666733331/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/1666733331/a2.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/1666733331/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/1666733331/a2.img" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><guid isPermaLink="false">http://jevertigedevivre.skyrock.com/1323679768-Article-110-Mais-l-ombre.html</guid><dc:creator>jevertigedevivre</dc:creator><dc:subject>Skyrock Blog</dc:subject><dc:date>2007-11-05T12:50:26Z</dc:date><dc:language>fr</dc:language><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://jevertigedevivre.skyrock.com/1323679768-Article-110-Mais-l-ombre.html"><img align="left" src="http://52.mgl.skyrock.com/blog/vig/jevertigedevivre.22016052.1323679768.0.jpg" alt="" /></a> L&#039;homme est l&#039;ombre d&#039;un songe, et son oeuvre est son ombre. Marie de Gournay</p>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title>Article 109: Aveugle n'est pas...</title><link>http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/6d0f5e24/l/0Ljevertigedevivre0Bskyrock0N0C1323670A60A80EArticle0E10A90EAveugle0En0Eest0Epas0Bhtml/story01.htm</link><description>Le bonheur rend aveugle. Eschyle&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/6d0f5e24/mf.gif' border='0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/1829723684/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/1829723684/a2.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/1829723684/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/1829723684/a2.img" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><guid isPermaLink="false">http://jevertigedevivre.skyrock.com/1323670608-Article-109-Aveugle-n-est-pas.html</guid><dc:creator>jevertigedevivre</dc:creator><dc:subject>Skyrock Blog</dc:subject><dc:date>2007-11-05T12:47:31Z</dc:date><dc:language>fr</dc:language><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://jevertigedevivre.skyrock.com/1323670608-Article-109-Aveugle-n-est-pas.html"><img align="left" src="http://52.mgl.skyrock.com/blog/vig/jevertigedevivre.22016052.1323670608.0.jpg" alt="" /></a> Le bonheur rend aveugle. Eschyle</p>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title>Article 108: L'ennui</title><link>http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/5cde90dd/l/0Ljevertigedevivre0Bskyrock0N0C13236652260EArticle0E10A80EL0Eennui0Bhtml/story01.htm</link><description>L'ennui fait le fond de la vie, c'est l'ennui qui a inventé les jeux, les distractions, les romans et l'amour. Miguel de Unamuno&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/5cde90dd/mf.gif' border='0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/1558089949/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/1558089949/a2.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/1558089949/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/1558089949/a2.img" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><guid isPermaLink="false">http://jevertigedevivre.skyrock.com/1323665226-Article-108-L-ennui.html</guid><dc:creator>jevertigedevivre</dc:creator><dc:subject>Skyrock Blog</dc:subject><dc:date>2007-11-05T12:45:56Z</dc:date><dc:language>fr</dc:language><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://jevertigedevivre.skyrock.com/1323665226-Article-108-L-ennui.html"><img align="left" src="http://52.mgl.skyrock.com/blog/vig/jevertigedevivre.22016052.1323665226.0.jpg" alt="" /></a> L&#039;ennui fait le fond de la vie, c&#039;est l&#039;ennui qui a inventé les jeux, les distractions, les romans et l&#039;amour. Miguel de Unamuno</p>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title>Article 107: Faim</title><link>http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/6cf4220e/l/0Ljevertigedevivre0Bskyrock0N0C13236590A220EArticle0E10A70EFaim0Bhtml/story01.htm</link><description>L'absence de faim est un drame sur lequel nul ne s'est penché. Amélie Nothomb&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/6cf4220e/mf.gif' border='0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/1827938830/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/1827938830/a2.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/1827938830/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/1827938830/a2.img" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><guid isPermaLink="false">http://jevertigedevivre.skyrock.com/1323659022-Article-107-Faim.html</guid><dc:creator>jevertigedevivre</dc:creator><dc:subject>Skyrock Blog</dc:subject><dc:date>2007-11-05T12:44:04Z</dc:date><dc:language>fr</dc:language><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://jevertigedevivre.skyrock.com/1323659022-Article-107-Faim.html"><img align="left" src="http://52.mgl.skyrock.com/blog/vig/jevertigedevivre.22016052.1323659022.0.jpg" alt="" /></a> L&#039;absence de faim est un drame sur lequel nul ne s&#039;est penché. Amélie Nothomb</p>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title>Article 106: Être une femme</title><link>http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/db5c8ff/l/0Ljevertigedevivre0Bskyrock0N0C13236532140EArticle0E10A60EEtre0Eune0Efemme0Bhtml/story01.htm</link><description>Les femmes devinent tout ; elles ne se trompent que quand elles réfléchissent. Alphonse Karr.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/db5c8ff/mf.gif' border='0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/230017279/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/230017279/a2.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/230017279/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/230017279/a2.img" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><guid isPermaLink="false">http://jevertigedevivre.skyrock.com/1323653214-Article-106-Etre-une-femme.html</guid><dc:creator>jevertigedevivre</dc:creator><dc:subject>Skyrock Blog</dc:subject><dc:date>2007-11-05T12:42:15Z</dc:date><dc:language>fr</dc:language><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://jevertigedevivre.skyrock.com/1323653214-Article-106-Etre-une-femme.html"><img align="left" src="http://52.mgl.skyrock.com/blog/vig/jevertigedevivre.22016052.1323653214.0.jpg" alt="" /></a> Les femmes devinent tout ; elles ne se trompent que quand elles réfléchissent. Alphonse Karr.</p>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title>Article 105: Idée lumineuse</title><link>http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/6ead761/l/0Ljevertigedevivre0Bskyrock0N0C13236475360EArticle0E10A50EIdee0Elumineuse0Bhtml/story01.htm</link><description>Jamais les mots ne manquent aux idées ; ce sont les idées qui manquent aux mots. Joseph Joubert&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/6ead761/mf.gif' border='0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/116053857/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/116053857/a2.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/116053857/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/116053857/a2.img" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><guid isPermaLink="false">http://jevertigedevivre.skyrock.com/1323647536-Article-105-Idee-lumineuse.html</guid><dc:creator>jevertigedevivre</dc:creator><dc:subject>Skyrock Blog</dc:subject><dc:date>2007-11-05T12:40:38Z</dc:date><dc:language>fr</dc:language><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://jevertigedevivre.skyrock.com/1323647536-Article-105-Idee-lumineuse.html"><img align="left" src="http://52.mgl.skyrock.com/blog/vig/jevertigedevivre.22016052.1323647536.0.jpg" alt="" /></a> Jamais les mots ne manquent aux idées ; ce sont les idées qui manquent aux mots. Joseph Joubert</p>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title>Article 104: C'est ça, être père</title><link>http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/518f681/l/0Ljevertigedevivre0Bskyrock0N0C113290A140A60EArticle0E10A40EC0Eest0Eca0Eetre0Epere0Bhtml/story01.htm</link><description>Un enfant n'a jamais les parents dont il rêve. Seuls les enfants sans parents ont des parents de rêve. Boris Cyrulnik&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/518f681/mf.gif' border='0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/85522049/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/85522049/a2.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/85522049/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/85522049/a2.img" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><guid isPermaLink="false">http://jevertigedevivre.skyrock.com/1132901406-Article-104-C-est-ca-etre-pere.html</guid><dc:creator>jevertigedevivre</dc:creator><dc:subject>Skyrock Blog</dc:subject><dc:date>2007-08-10T16:58:51Z</dc:date><dc:language>fr</dc:language><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://jevertigedevivre.skyrock.com/1132901406-Article-104-C-est-ca-etre-pere.html"><img align="left" src="http://52.mgl.skyrock.com/blog/vig/jevertigedevivre.22016052.1132901406.0.jpg" alt="" /></a> Un enfant n&#039;a jamais les parents dont il rêve. Seuls les enfants sans parents ont des parents de rêve. Boris Cyrulnik</p>]]></content:encoded></item></channel></rss>
