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Jacques &amp; Ray Ban * Paris, Cannes, Cassis - Avenue Montaigne, Trocadéro, Opéra * Nicolas &amp; Carla , J.F Copé,...</p>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title>Article posté le jeudi 21 juin 2007 08:50</title><link>http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/38b2aa22/l/0Lclassxchic0Bskyrock0N0C10A13961950A0Eposted0Eon0E20A0A70E0A60E210Bhtml/story01.htm</link><description>You don't love me the way that I love you &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/38b2aa22/mf.gif' border='0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/951233058/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/951233058/a2.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/951233058/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/951233058/a2.img" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><guid isPermaLink="false">http://classxchic.skyrock.com/1013961950-posted-on-2007-06-21.html</guid><dc:creator>classxchic</dc:creator><dc:subject>Skyrock Blog</dc:subject><dc:date>2008-06-21T14:08:41Z</dc:date><dc:language>fr</dc:language><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://classxchic.skyrock.com/1013961950-posted-on-2007-06-21.html"><img align="left" src="http://65.mgl.skyrock.com/blog/vig/classxchic.29162665.1013961950.2.gif" alt="" /></a> You don&#039;t love me the way that I love you </p>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title>* On fait la guerre quand on veut, on la termine quand on peut .</title><link>http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/7c18b9ae/l/0Lclassxchic0Bskyrock0N0C9830A130A760EOn0Efait0Ela0Eguerre0Equand0Eon0Eveut0Eon0Ela0Etermine0Equand0Eon0Epeut0Bhtml/story01.htm</link><description>&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/7c18b9ae/mf.gif' border='0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/2081995182/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/2081995182/a2.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/2081995182/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/2081995182/a2.img" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><guid isPermaLink="false">http://classxchic.skyrock.com/983013076-On-fait-la-guerre-quand-on-veut-on-la-termine-quand-on-peut.html</guid><dc:creator>classxchic</dc:creator><dc:subject>Skyrock Blog</dc:subject><dc:date>2008-06-21T11:17:56Z</dc:date><dc:language>fr</dc:language><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://classxchic.skyrock.com/983013076-On-fait-la-guerre-quand-on-veut-on-la-termine-quand-on-peut.html"><img align="left" src="http://65.mgl.skyrock.com/blog/vig/classxchic.29162665.983013076.0.jpg" alt="" /></a> </p>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title>La plus grande gloire n'est pas de ne jamais tomber, mais de se relever à chaque chute.</title><link>http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/42062a7b/l/0Lclassxchic0Bskyrock0N0C959424740A0ELa0Eplus0Egrande0Egloire0En0Eest0Epas0Ede0Ene0Ejamais0Etomber0Emais0Ede0Ese0Erelever0Bhtml/story01.htm</link><description>* Sarah 16 ans 1ère ES Je ne suis pas une preuve, un concept, une idée, un personnage désincarné! 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