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[J.D. Salinger] Bordélique organisée Sur son livre perché...</description><sy:updatePeriod>daily</sy:updatePeriod><sy:updateFrequency>1</sy:updateFrequency><sy:updateBase>2009-12-23T19:16:01Z</sy:updateBase><dc:creator>bordelorganise</dc:creator><dc:date>2009-12-23T19:16:01Z</dc:date><dc:language>fr</dc:language><dc:rights /><item><title /><link>http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/439851/p/1/s/73ae3f9/l/0Lbordelorganise0Bskyrock0N0C2733545210A0Eposted0Eon0E20A0A90E120E230Bhtml/story01.htm</link><description>Go fly a kite! Step in time step in time...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/439851/p/1/s/73ae3f9/mf.gif' border='0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/121299961/u/0/f/439851/c/32256/s/121299961/a2.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/121299961/u/0/f/439851/c/32256/s/121299961/a2.img" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><guid isPermaLink="false">http://bordelorganise.skyrock.com/2733545210-posted-on-2009-12-23.html</guid><dc:creator>bordelorganise</dc:creator><dc:subject>Skyrock Blog</dc:subject><dc:date>2009-12-23T19:16:01Z</dc:date><dc:language>fr</dc:language><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://bordelorganise.skyrock.com/2733545210-posted-on-2009-12-23.html"><img align="left" src="http://51.mgl.skyrock.com/blog/vig/bordelorganise.20694551.2733545210.1.jpg" alt="" /></a> Go fly a kite! Step in time step in time...</p>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title>392 . Moi j'me dis qu't'es pas loin, Dans une heure, tu reviens... Moi j'me dis qu't'es pas loin, Dans une heure, on prend l'train... Moi j'me dis qu't'es pas loin, Dans une heure, ce sera bien... Moi j'me dis qu't'es pas loin, Serres-moi bien... T'es pas loin, dans une heure... [Les Ogres de Barback]</title><link>http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/439851/p/1/s/324043a6/l/0Lbordelorganise0Bskyrock0N0C27187878160E3920EMoi0Ej0Eme0Edis0Equ0Et0Ees0Epas0Eloin0EDans0Eune0Eheure0Etu0Ereviens0EMoi0Ej0Eme0Bhtml/story01.htm</link><description>" Si on me presse de dire pourquoi je l&amp;#8217;aimais, je sens que cela ne se peut exprimer qu&amp;#8217;en répondant: parce que c&amp;#8217;était lui, parce que c&amp;#8217;était...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/439851/p/1/s/324043a6/mf.gif' border='0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/843072422/u/0/f/439851/c/32256/s/843072422/a2.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/843072422/u/0/f/439851/c/32256/s/843072422/a2.img" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><guid isPermaLink="false">http://bordelorganise.skyrock.com/2718787816-392-Moi-j-me-dis-qu-t-es-pas-loin-Dans-une-heure-tu-reviens-Moi-j-me.html</guid><dc:creator>bordelorganise</dc:creator><dc:subject>Skyrock Blog</dc:subject><dc:date>2009-12-14T16:51:33Z</dc:date><dc:language>fr</dc:language><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://bordelorganise.skyrock.com/2718787816-392-Moi-j-me-dis-qu-t-es-pas-loin-Dans-une-heure-tu-reviens-Moi-j-me.html"><img align="left" src="http://51.mgl.skyrock.com/blog/vig/bordelorganise.20694551.2718787816.2.jpg" alt="" /></a> &quot; Si on me presse de dire pourquoi je l&amp;#8217;aimais, je sens que cela ne se peut exprimer qu&amp;#8217;en répondant: parce que c&amp;#8217;était lui, parce que c&amp;#8217;était...</p>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title>391 . Jump out of a cliff, that's what I do.</title><link>http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/439851/p/1/s/4a22eaab/l/0Lbordelorganise0Bskyrock0N0C27177718220E3910EJump0Eout0Eof0Ea0Ecliff0Ethat0Es0Ewhat0EI0Edo0Bhtml/story01.htm</link><description>Albion. Good morniiiiiing Viet-Nam! So sentimental... Romantic not disgusting yet... La Terre est bleue comme une orange. There is way too many stuffs in my...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/439851/p/1/s/4a22eaab/mf.gif' border='0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/1243802283/u/0/f/439851/c/32256/s/1243802283/a2.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/1243802283/u/0/f/439851/c/32256/s/1243802283/a2.img" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><guid isPermaLink="false">http://bordelorganise.skyrock.com/2717771822-391-Jump-out-of-a-cliff-that-s-what-I-do.html</guid><dc:creator>bordelorganise</dc:creator><dc:subject>Skyrock Blog</dc:subject><dc:date>2009-12-08T14:27:15Z</dc:date><dc:language>fr</dc:language><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://bordelorganise.skyrock.com/2717771822-391-Jump-out-of-a-cliff-that-s-what-I-do.html"><img align="left" src="http://51.mgl.skyrock.com/blog/vig/bordelorganise.20694551.2717771822.1.jpg" alt="" /></a> Albion. Good morniiiiiing Viet-Nam! So sentimental... Romantic not disgusting yet... La Terre est bleue comme une orange. There is way too many stuffs in my...</p>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title>390 . Tes yeux sont si profonds que j'y perds la mémoire</title><link>http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/439851/p/1/s/6343bba4/l/0Lbordelorganise0Bskyrock0N0C2714144230A0E390A0ETes0Eyeux0Esont0Esi0Eprofonds0Eque0Ej0Ey0Eperds0Ela0Ememoire0Bhtml/story01.htm</link><description>O tout ce que je ne dis pas Ce que je ne dis à personne Le malheur c'est que cela sonne Et cogne obstinément en moi! Aragon. Louis. Un immense vide....&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/439851/p/1/s/6343bba4/mf.gif' border='0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/1665383332/u/0/f/439851/c/32256/s/1665383332/a2.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/1665383332/u/0/f/439851/c/32256/s/1665383332/a2.img" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><guid isPermaLink="false">http://bordelorganise.skyrock.com/2714144230-390-Tes-yeux-sont-si-profonds-que-j-y-perds-la-memoire.html</guid><dc:creator>bordelorganise</dc:creator><dc:subject>Skyrock Blog</dc:subject><dc:date>2009-12-04T19:18:53Z</dc:date><dc:language>fr</dc:language><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://bordelorganise.skyrock.com/2714144230-390-Tes-yeux-sont-si-profonds-que-j-y-perds-la-memoire.html"><img align="left" src="http://51.mgl.skyrock.com/blog/vig/bordelorganise.20694551.2714144230.2.jpg" alt="" /></a> O tout ce que je ne dis pas Ce que je ne dis à personne Le malheur c&#039;est que cela sonne Et cogne obstinément en moi! Aragon. Louis. Un immense vide....</p>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title>389 . Buveuses de parfums.</title><link>http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/439851/p/1/s/2056ea3f/l/0Lbordelorganise0Bskyrock0N0C270A91324360E3890EBuveuses0Ede0Eparfums0Bhtml/story01.htm</link><description>Don't mess with me! Am I actually idle? Yes, I guess I am... So pathetic.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/439851/p/1/s/2056ea3f/mf.gif' border='0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/542566975/u/0/f/439851/c/32256/s/542566975/a2.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/542566975/u/0/f/439851/c/32256/s/542566975/a2.img" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><guid isPermaLink="false">http://bordelorganise.skyrock.com/2709132436-389-Buveuses-de-parfums.html</guid><dc:creator>bordelorganise</dc:creator><dc:subject>Skyrock Blog</dc:subject><dc:date>2009-12-03T17:28:22Z</dc:date><dc:language>fr</dc:language><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://bordelorganise.skyrock.com/2709132436-389-Buveuses-de-parfums.html"><img align="left" src="http://51.mgl.skyrock.com/blog/vig/bordelorganise.20694551.2709132436.1.jpg" alt="" /></a> Don&#039;t mess with me! Am I actually idle? Yes, I guess I am... So pathetic.</p>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title>388 . Parce que parfois, cette euphorie puérile me prend les tripes, et ne me lâche plus.</title><link>http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/439851/p/1/s/1fbca540/l/0Lbordelorganise0Bskyrock0N0C270A81248180E3880EParce0Eque0Eparfois0Ecette0Eeuphorie0Epuerile0Eme0Eprend0Eles0Etripes0Eet0Ene0Bhtml/story01.htm</link><description>Don't back down, I'm over the past. Can't you see ? Don't back down! I don't really care about before, Before you met me. [A New Found Glory] 1 . 2 . 3 . 4 . 5&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/439851/p/1/s/1fbca540/mf.gif' border='0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/532456768/u/0/f/439851/c/32256/s/532456768/a2.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/532456768/u/0/f/439851/c/32256/s/532456768/a2.img" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><guid isPermaLink="false">http://bordelorganise.skyrock.com/2708124818-388-Parce-que-parfois-cette-euphorie-puerile-me-prend-les-tripes-et-ne.html</guid><dc:creator>bordelorganise</dc:creator><dc:subject>Skyrock Blog</dc:subject><dc:date>2009-11-28T18:01:10Z</dc:date><dc:language>fr</dc:language><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://bordelorganise.skyrock.com/2708124818-388-Parce-que-parfois-cette-euphorie-puerile-me-prend-les-tripes-et-ne.html"><img align="left" src="http://51.mgl.skyrock.com/blog/vig/bordelorganise.20694551.2708124818.1.jpg" alt="" /></a> Don&#039;t back down, I&#039;m over the past. Can&#039;t you see ? Don&#039;t back down! I don&#039;t really care about before, Before you met me. [A New Found Glory] 1 . 2 . 3 . 4 . 5</p>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title /><link>http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/439851/p/1/s/458ac9b1/l/0Lbordelorganise0Bskyrock0N0C270A66931340Eposted0Eon0E20A0A90E110E270Bhtml/story01.htm</link><description>Je viens d'apprendre que hypallage était un mot féminin. Un monde s'écroule.&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/439851/p/1/s/458ac9b1/mf.gif' border='0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/1166723505/u/0/f/439851/c/32256/s/1166723505/a2.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/1166723505/u/0/f/439851/c/32256/s/1166723505/a2.img" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><guid isPermaLink="false">http://bordelorganise.skyrock.com/2706693134-posted-on-2009-11-27.html</guid><dc:creator>bordelorganise</dc:creator><dc:subject>Skyrock Blog</dc:subject><dc:date>2009-11-27T14:18:18Z</dc:date><dc:language>fr</dc:language></item><item><title>386</title><link>http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/439851/p/1/s/7bfe9d1f/l/0Lbordelorganise0Bskyrock0N0C270A598290A20E3860Bhtml/story01.htm</link><description>Because sometimes you don't need to write anything, somebody has already done it for you, and way much better than what you could have done. So please, just listen...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/439851/p/1/s/7bfe9d1f/mf.gif' border='0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/2080283935/u/0/f/439851/c/32256/s/2080283935/a2.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/2080283935/u/0/f/439851/c/32256/s/2080283935/a2.img" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><guid isPermaLink="false">http://bordelorganise.skyrock.com/2705982902-386.html</guid><dc:creator>bordelorganise</dc:creator><dc:subject>Skyrock Blog</dc:subject><dc:date>2009-11-26T18:18:18Z</dc:date><dc:language>fr</dc:language><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://bordelorganise.skyrock.com/2705982902-386.html"><img align="left" src="http://51.mgl.skyrock.com/blog/vig/bordelorganise.20694551.2705982902.1.jpg" alt="" /></a> Because sometimes you don&#039;t need to write anything, somebody has already done it for you, and way much better than what you could have done. So please, just listen...</p>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title /><link>http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/439851/p/1/s/1d77c561/l/0Lbordelorganise0Bskyrock0N0C26863343640Eposted0Eon0E20A0A90E110E0A70Bhtml/story01.htm</link><description>Elle avait des yeux, des yeux d'opale, Qui me fascinaient, qui me fascinaient. Y avait l'ovale de son visage pâle D'une femme fatale qui m'fut...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/439851/p/1/s/1d77c561/mf.gif' border='0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/494388577/u/0/f/439851/c/32256/s/494388577/a2.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/494388577/u/0/f/439851/c/32256/s/494388577/a2.img" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><guid isPermaLink="false">http://bordelorganise.skyrock.com/2686334364-posted-on-2009-11-07.html</guid><dc:creator>bordelorganise</dc:creator><dc:subject>Skyrock Blog</dc:subject><dc:date>2009-11-29T09:43:51Z</dc:date><dc:language>fr</dc:language><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://bordelorganise.skyrock.com/2686334364-posted-on-2009-11-07.html"><img align="left" src="http://51.mgl.skyrock.com/blog/vig/bordelorganise.20694551.2686334364.1.jpg" alt="" /></a> Elle avait des yeux, des yeux d&#039;opale, Qui me fascinaient, qui me fascinaient. Y avait l&#039;ovale de son visage pâle D&#039;une femme fatale qui m&#039;fut...</p>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title /><link>http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/439851/p/1/s/7038b753/l/0Lbordelorganise0Bskyrock0N0C26586913980Eposted0Eon0E20A0A90E10A0E150Bhtml/story01.htm</link><description>Et leurs yeux se rencontrèrent. &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/439851/p/1/s/7038b753/mf.gif' border='0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/1882765139/u/0/f/439851/c/32256/s/1882765139/a2.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/1882765139/u/0/f/439851/c/32256/s/1882765139/a2.img" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><guid isPermaLink="false">http://bordelorganise.skyrock.com/2658691398-posted-on-2009-10-15.html</guid><dc:creator>bordelorganise</dc:creator><dc:subject>Skyrock Blog</dc:subject><dc:date>2009-10-15T21:04:31Z</dc:date><dc:language>fr</dc:language><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://bordelorganise.skyrock.com/2658691398-posted-on-2009-10-15.html"><img align="left" src="http://51.mgl.skyrock.com/blog/vig/bordelorganise.20694551.2658691398.1.jpg" alt="" /></a> Et leurs yeux se rencontrèrent. </p>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title /><link>http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/439851/p/1/s/64acb7f7/l/0Lbordelorganise0Bskyrock0N0C26515255740Eposted0Eon0E20A0A90E10A0E0A90Bhtml/story01.htm</link><description>Il es temps d'admettre qu'un personnage qui s'en va puisse n'être vu que de dos! André Gide&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/439851/p/1/s/64acb7f7/mf.gif' border='0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/1689040887/u/0/f/439851/c/32256/s/1689040887/a2.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/1689040887/u/0/f/439851/c/32256/s/1689040887/a2.img" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><guid isPermaLink="false">http://bordelorganise.skyrock.com/2651525574-posted-on-2009-10-09.html</guid><dc:creator>bordelorganise</dc:creator><dc:subject>Skyrock Blog</dc:subject><dc:date>2009-10-09T13:03:19Z</dc:date><dc:language>fr</dc:language></item><item><title>- 382 - . I don't know why but Coldplay has just decided to settle in my mind...</title><link>http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/439851/p/1/s/10b9cb8f/l/0Lbordelorganise0Bskyrock0N0C2648240A6760E3820EI0Edon0Et0Eknow0Ewhy0Ebut0EColdplay0Ehas0Ejust0Edecided0Eto0Esettle0Ein0Emy0Bhtml/story01.htm</link><description>Warning sign, I missed the good part, then I realised I started looking, and the bubble burst. I started looking for excuses. Come on in, I've gotta tell you what a...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/439851/p/1/s/10b9cb8f/mf.gif' border='0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/280611727/u/0/f/439851/c/32256/s/280611727/a2.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/280611727/u/0/f/439851/c/32256/s/280611727/a2.img" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><guid isPermaLink="false">http://bordelorganise.skyrock.com/2648240676-382-I-don-t-know-why-but-Coldplay-has-just-decided-to-settle-in-my.html</guid><dc:creator>bordelorganise</dc:creator><dc:subject>Skyrock Blog</dc:subject><dc:date>2009-10-05T19:35:49Z</dc:date><dc:language>fr</dc:language><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://bordelorganise.skyrock.com/2648240676-382-I-don-t-know-why-but-Coldplay-has-just-decided-to-settle-in-my.html"><img align="left" src="http://51.mgl.skyrock.com/blog/vig/bordelorganise.20694551.2648240676.1.jpg" alt="" /></a> Warning sign, I missed the good part, then I realised I started looking, and the bubble burst. I started looking for excuses. Come on in, I&#039;ve gotta tell you what a...</p>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title>- 380 - . Like a goldfish lost in the big Ocean.</title><link>http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/439851/p/1/s/3ef04588/l/0Lbordelorganise0Bskyrock0N0C26439252680E380A0ELike0Ea0Egoldfish0Elost0Ein0Ethe0Ebig0EOcean0Bhtml/story01.htm</link><description>This song is just amazingly wonderful. I want to cry. I was such a fool! Come up to meet you, tell you I&amp;#8217;m sorry... You don&amp;#8217;t know how lovely you...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/439851/p/1/s/3ef04588/mf.gif' border='0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/1055933832/u/0/f/439851/c/32256/s/1055933832/a2.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/1055933832/u/0/f/439851/c/32256/s/1055933832/a2.img" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><guid isPermaLink="false">http://bordelorganise.skyrock.com/2643925268-380-Like-a-goldfish-lost-in-the-big-Ocean.html</guid><dc:creator>bordelorganise</dc:creator><dc:subject>Skyrock Blog</dc:subject><dc:date>2009-10-05T19:26:38Z</dc:date><dc:language>fr</dc:language><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://bordelorganise.skyrock.com/2643925268-380-Like-a-goldfish-lost-in-the-big-Ocean.html"><img align="left" src="http://51.mgl.skyrock.com/blog/vig/bordelorganise.20694551.2643925268.1.jpg" alt="" /></a> This song is just amazingly wonderful. I want to cry. I was such a fool! Come up to meet you, tell you I&amp;#8217;m sorry... You don&amp;#8217;t know how lovely you...</p>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title>- 379 - . I've got news for you: I don't know anything to you...</title><link>http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/439851/p/1/s/5fcfe272/l/0Lbordelorganise0Bskyrock0N0C26346924840E3790EI0Eve0Egot0Enews0Efor0Eyou0EI0Edon0Et0Eknow0Eanything0Eto0Eyou0Bhtml/story01.htm</link><description>I look in your eyes and there I see a version of me I'd like to meet. [ . ]J'aimerais pouvoir dire à quel point il est entouré d'une perfection que mes yeux seuls...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/439851/p/1/s/5fcfe272/mf.gif' border='0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/1607459442/u/0/f/439851/c/32256/s/1607459442/a2.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/1607459442/u/0/f/439851/c/32256/s/1607459442/a2.img" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><guid isPermaLink="false">http://bordelorganise.skyrock.com/2634692484-379-I-ve-got-news-for-you-I-don-t-know-anything-to-you.html</guid><dc:creator>bordelorganise</dc:creator><dc:subject>Skyrock Blog</dc:subject><dc:date>2009-09-23T14:48:39Z</dc:date><dc:language>fr</dc:language><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://bordelorganise.skyrock.com/2634692484-379-I-ve-got-news-for-you-I-don-t-know-anything-to-you.html"><img align="left" src="http://51.mgl.skyrock.com/blog/vig/bordelorganise.20694551.2634692484.1.jpg" alt="" /></a> I look in your eyes and there I see a version of me I&#039;d like to meet. [ . ]J&#039;aimerais pouvoir dire à quel point il est entouré d&#039;une perfection que mes yeux seuls...</p>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title>Baudelaire a écrit</title><link>http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/439851/p/1/s/e8a39eb/l/0Lbordelorganise0Bskyrock0N0C26225793960EBaudelaire0Ea0Eecrit0Bhtml/story01.htm</link><description>Ce petit poème d'intérieur, plein de repos et de silence, encombré de riches étoffes et de brimborions de toilette, exhale je ne sais quel parfum de mauvais lieu qui...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/439851/p/1/s/e8a39eb/mf.gif' border='0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/243939819/u/0/f/439851/c/32256/s/243939819/a2.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/243939819/u/0/f/439851/c/32256/s/243939819/a2.img" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><guid isPermaLink="false">http://bordelorganise.skyrock.com/2622579396-Baudelaire-a-ecrit.html</guid><dc:creator>bordelorganise</dc:creator><dc:subject>Skyrock Blog</dc:subject><dc:date>2009-09-12T18:03:32Z</dc:date><dc:language>fr</dc:language></item><item><title /><link>http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/439851/p/1/s/289b863c/l/0Lbordelorganise0Bskyrock0N0C2548590A7570Eposted0Eon0E20A0A90E0A70E170Bhtml/story01.htm</link><description>BAIL A CEDER [ . ]Un volage est un homme qui croit vous laisser comme solitaire: se voit-il ensuite remplacé par d'autres, ce n'est plus là son compte; il ne...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/439851/p/1/s/289b863c/mf.gif' border='0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/681281084/u/0/f/439851/c/32256/s/681281084/a2.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/681281084/u/0/f/439851/c/32256/s/681281084/a2.img" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><guid isPermaLink="false">http://bordelorganise.skyrock.com/2548590757-posted-on-2009-07-17.html</guid><dc:creator>bordelorganise</dc:creator><dc:subject>Skyrock Blog</dc:subject><dc:date>2009-07-20T08:54:44Z</dc:date><dc:language>fr</dc:language></item><item><title /><link>http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/439851/p/1/s/60dce35d/l/0Lbordelorganise0Bskyrock0N0C25228287990Eposted0Eon0E20A0A90E0A60E280Bhtml/story01.htm</link><description>LYON Sure I know you&amp;#8217;d like to have me talk about my future and a million words or so to fill you in about my past. 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[Jacques Prévert] Nous ne nous oublierons jamais L&#039;ombre est sous la lampe Le café est dans la...</p>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title>Songe d'une nuit d'été. Part III.</title><link>http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/439851/p/1/s/5b78afaa/l/0Lbordelorganise0Bskyrock0N0C2490A7170A430ESonge0Ed0Eune0Enuit0Ed0Eete0EPart0EIII0Bhtml/story01.htm</link><description>[ . ]Je ne sais pas comment, une nuit tout à surgir. D&amp;#8217;un coup, sans prévenir. J&amp;#8217;ai compris. J&amp;#8217;ai vu. 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J&amp;#8217;ai compris. J&amp;#8217;ai vu. J&amp;#8217;ai vu le fonctionnement de...</p>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title>Songe d'une nuit d'été. Part II.</title><link>http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/439851/p/1/s/347966f6/l/0Lbordelorganise0Bskyrock0N0C248110A290A10ESonge0Ed0Eune0Enuit0Ed0Eete0EPart0EII0Bhtml/story01.htm</link><description>[ . ]Martin avait vingt deux ans, et je le révulsais. Pourtant comme attiré, il resta. 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