<?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-1063768559796680905</id><updated>2011-10-09T11:25:25.776-07:00</updated><title type='text'>C'est beau l'amour...</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cestbeaulamour.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063768559796680905/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cestbeaulamour.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Ophélie Moreau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06070650365032041627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>1</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1063768559796680905.post-5911361198823414838</id><published>2011-10-09T11:22:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2011-10-09T11:25:25.814-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Je l'aimais...</title><content type='html'>N'etes vous jamais tombé amoureux?&lt;br /&gt;Elle était jeune, et lui trop vieux. Mais seuls vos maux vous faisaient échos. &lt;br /&gt;Qui aurait pu comprendre ce que vous ressentiez? Et ce qu'encore vous ressentez? &lt;br /&gt;C'était une erreur, vous dira t'on. N'écoutez pas sans peser les mots de parents désarçonnes, mais plaignez les un peu. Ils souffrent, ils préfèrent se figurer que vous aussi. Pourtant, vous allez bien, vous en etes certain. Ni fou. Ni folle. Amoureux, et non frivole.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1063768559796680905-5911361198823414838?l=cestbeaulamour.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://cestbeaulamour.blogspot.com/feeds/5911361198823414838/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://cestbeaulamour.blogspot.com/2011/10/je-laimais.html#comment-form' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063768559796680905/posts/default/5911361198823414838'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1063768559796680905/posts/default/5911361198823414838'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://cestbeaulamour.blogspot.com/2011/10/je-laimais.html' title='Je l&apos;aimais...'/><author><name>Ophélie Moreau</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/06070650365032041627</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
