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Tout est éphémere. Même et surtout les plus belles choses. Il ne faudrait pas s&amp;#039;attacher. Mais c&amp;#039;est impossible. Il faut vivre, essayer d&amp;#039;avancer, sans oublier nos rêves..</description><sy:updatePeriod>daily</sy:updatePeriod><sy:updateFrequency>1</sy:updateFrequency><sy:updateBase>2008-06-15T17:09:09Z</sy:updateBase><dc:creator>un-batticuore</dc:creator><dc:date>2008-06-15T17:09:09Z</dc:date><dc:language>fr</dc:language><dc:rights /><item><title /><link>http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/3deb8488/l/0Lun0Ebatticuore0Bskyrock0N0C17282854120Eposted0Eon0E20A0A80E0A50E0A10Bhtml/story01.htm</link><description>STOP J'ARRETE &lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/3deb8488/mf.gif' border='0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/1038845064/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/1038845064/a2.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/1038845064/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/1038845064/a2.img" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><guid isPermaLink="false">http://un-batticuore.skyrock.com/1728285412-posted-on-2008-05-01.html</guid><dc:creator>un-batticuore</dc:creator><dc:subject>Skyrock Blog</dc:subject><dc:date>2008-05-01T20:55:14Z</dc:date><dc:language>fr</dc:language></item><item><title>[ OBJECTIFS ]</title><link>http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/3c14143/l/0Lun0Ebatticuore0Bskyrock0N0C17255898160EOBJECTIFS0Bhtml/story01.htm</link><description>; - Sortir la tête de l'eau - Arrêter sérieusement de déprimer - Arrêter de croire des choses - Arrêter de pleurer tout les jours - Réussir mes exams - Avoir le...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/3c14143/mf.gif' border='0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/62996803/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/62996803/a2.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/62996803/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/62996803/a2.img" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><guid isPermaLink="false">http://un-batticuore.skyrock.com/1725589816-OBJECTIFS.html</guid><dc:creator>un-batticuore</dc:creator><dc:subject>Skyrock Blog</dc:subject><dc:date>2008-04-30T12:43:09Z</dc:date><dc:language>fr</dc:language></item><item><title>On dit souvent que c'est quand on croit que tout est perdu que l'espoir renait..</title><link>http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/4fa7720e/l/0Lun0Ebatticuore0Bskyrock0N0C1723640A6620EOn0Edit0Esouvent0Eque0Ec0Eest0Equand0Eon0Ecroit0Eque0Etout0Eest0Eperdu0Eque0El0Bhtml/story01.htm</link><description>Scrivo il tuo nome senza il mio, oggi nel giorno dell'addio... Senza respiro cerco te Senza respiro e sento che Non c&amp;#8217;è un colpevole lo sai Né un...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/4fa7720e/mf.gif' border='0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/1336373774/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/1336373774/a2.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/1336373774/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/1336373774/a2.img" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><guid isPermaLink="false">http://un-batticuore.skyrock.com/1723640662-On-dit-souvent-que-c-est-quand-on-croit-que-tout-est-perdu-que-l.html</guid><dc:creator>un-batticuore</dc:creator><dc:subject>Skyrock Blog</dc:subject><dc:date>2008-04-29T19:32:14Z</dc:date><dc:language>fr</dc:language><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://un-batticuore.skyrock.com/1723640662-On-dit-souvent-que-c-est-quand-on-croit-que-tout-est-perdu-que-l.html"><img align="left" src="http://01.mgl.skyrock.com/blog/vig/un-batticuore.36984201.1723640662.0.jpg" alt="" /></a> Scrivo il tuo nome senza il mio, oggi nel giorno dell&#039;addio... Senza respiro cerco te Senza respiro e sento che Non c&amp;#8217;è un colpevole lo sai Né un...</p>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title /><link>http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/2f5edf3/l/0Lun0Ebatticuore0Bskyrock0N0C17231686480Eposted0Eon0E20A0A80E0A40E290Bhtml/story01.htm</link><description>J'aimerais sincérement que tu arrêtes d'occuper mes cauchemards. Ca me permettrait de dormir beaucoup mieux!!! ET JE CROIS QUE JE VAIS SERIEUSEMENT DEMANDER A ME...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/2f5edf3/mf.gif' border='0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/49671667/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/49671667/a2.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/49671667/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/49671667/a2.img" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><guid isPermaLink="false">http://un-batticuore.skyrock.com/1723168648-posted-on-2008-04-29.html</guid><dc:creator>un-batticuore</dc:creator><dc:subject>Skyrock Blog</dc:subject><dc:date>2008-04-29T13:58:31Z</dc:date><dc:language>fr</dc:language></item><item><title>___ J'ai mal aux pédestres ° ___ oué oué oué oué * ___ Les Bouchflob ° ___ TA GUEULE * ___</title><link>http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/51121de5/l/0Lun0Ebatticuore0Bskyrock0N0C17180A959260EJ0Eai0Emal0Eaux0Epedestres0Eoue0Eoue0Eoue0Eoue0ELes0EBouchflob0ETA0EGUEULE0Bhtml/story01.htm</link><description>t'es laide!!! [ ELLE ] me sauve la vie chaque jour =P&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/51121de5/mf.gif' border='0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/1360141797/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/1360141797/a2.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/1360141797/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/1360141797/a2.img" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><guid isPermaLink="false">http://un-batticuore.skyrock.com/1718095926-J-ai-mal-aux-pedestres-oue-oue-oue-oue-Les-Bouchflob-TA-GUEULE.html</guid><dc:creator>un-batticuore</dc:creator><dc:subject>Skyrock Blog</dc:subject><dc:date>2008-04-26T20:30:51Z</dc:date><dc:language>fr</dc:language><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://un-batticuore.skyrock.com/1718095926-J-ai-mal-aux-pedestres-oue-oue-oue-oue-Les-Bouchflob-TA-GUEULE.html"><img align="left" src="http://01.mgl.skyrock.com/blog/vig/un-batticuore.36984201.1718095926.0.jpg" alt="" /></a> t&#039;es laide!!! [ ELLE ] me sauve la vie chaque jour =P</p>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title>L'amore non è e non può essere semplice affetto, non è abitudine o gentilezza, l'amore è follia, è il cuore che batte a duemila, la luce che scende di sera in pieno tramonto, e la voglia di alzarsi al mattino solo per guardarsi negli occhi.</title><link>http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/6bfb20ef/l/0Lun0Ebatticuore0Bskyrock0N0C17140A491360EL0Eamore0Enon0Ee0Ee0Enon0Epuo0Eessere0Esemplice0Eaffetto0Enon0Ee0Eabitudine0Eo0Bhtml/story01.htm</link><description>. [. Scusa ma ti chiamO amOre .. ° ] una volta di più .&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/6bfb20ef/mf.gif' border='0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/1811620079/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/1811620079/a2.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/1811620079/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/1811620079/a2.img" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><guid isPermaLink="false">http://un-batticuore.skyrock.com/1714049136-L-amore-non-e-e-non-puo-essere-semplice-affetto-non-e-abitudine-o.html</guid><dc:creator>un-batticuore</dc:creator><dc:subject>Skyrock Blog</dc:subject><dc:date>2008-04-24T22:00:14Z</dc:date><dc:language>fr</dc:language><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://un-batticuore.skyrock.com/1714049136-L-amore-non-e-e-non-puo-essere-semplice-affetto-non-e-abitudine-o.html"><img align="left" src="http://01.mgl.skyrock.com/blog/vig/un-batticuore.36984201.1714049136.0.jpg" alt="" /></a> . [. Scusa ma ti chiamO amOre .. ° ] una volta di più .</p>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title /><link>http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/6cd583a/l/0Lun0Ebatticuore0Bskyrock0N0C170A64748440Eposted0Eon0E20A0A80E0A40E210Bhtml/story01.htm</link><description>Il più bel regalo che la vita mi ha offerto sei tu.. E improvvisamente mi ritrovo a correre attraverso un labirinto fatto di momenti: il nostro primo incontro, il...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/6cd583a/mf.gif' border='0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/114120762/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/114120762/a2.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/114120762/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/114120762/a2.img" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><guid isPermaLink="false">http://un-batticuore.skyrock.com/1706474844-posted-on-2008-04-21.html</guid><dc:creator>un-batticuore</dc:creator><dc:subject>Skyrock Blog</dc:subject><dc:date>2008-04-24T22:28:06Z</dc:date><dc:language>fr</dc:language><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://un-batticuore.skyrock.com/1706474844-posted-on-2008-04-21.html"><img align="left" src="http://01.mgl.skyrock.com/blog/vig/un-batticuore.36984201.1706474844.0.gif" alt="" /></a> Il più bel regalo che la vita mi ha offerto sei tu.. E improvvisamente mi ritrovo a correre attraverso un labirinto fatto di momenti: il nostro primo incontro, il...</p>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title>Plus grd chose n'a de sens..</title><link>http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/3e849d00/l/0Lun0Ebatticuore0Bskyrock0N0C170A39392840EPlus0Egrd0Echose0En0Ea0Ede0Esens0Bhtml/story01.htm</link><description>H Di male d'amore non si guarisce facilmente. E non ci sono medicine. Né rimedi. Non si sa quando passa, non si sa nemmeno quanto fa male. Fa bene solo il tempo, e...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/3e849d00/mf.gif' border='0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/1048878336/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/1048878336/a2.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/1048878336/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/1048878336/a2.img" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><guid isPermaLink="false">http://un-batticuore.skyrock.com/1703939284-Plus-grd-chose-n-a-de-sens.html</guid><dc:creator>un-batticuore</dc:creator><dc:subject>Skyrock Blog</dc:subject><dc:date>2008-04-21T17:28:31Z</dc:date><dc:language>fr</dc:language><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://un-batticuore.skyrock.com/1703939284-Plus-grd-chose-n-a-de-sens.html"><img align="left" src="http://01.mgl.skyrock.com/blog/vig/un-batticuore.36984201.1703939284.0.jpg" alt="" /></a> H Di male d&#039;amore non si guarisce facilmente. E non ci sono medicine. Né rimedi. Non si sa quando passa, non si sa nemmeno quanto fa male. Fa bene solo il tempo, e...</p>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title /><link>http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/78ac0538/l/0Lun0Ebatticuore0Bskyrock0N0C170A0A8986160Eposted0Eon0E20A0A80E0A40E190Bhtml/story01.htm</link><description>. C'est quand le [. BONHEUR ° ] pour vous ?? Pour moi.. C'est qd qq est là.. mais c'est fini.. tout est fini.. il me reste quoi? mes yeux pr pleurer et...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/78ac0538/mf.gif' border='0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/2024539448/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/2024539448/a2.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/2024539448/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/2024539448/a2.img" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><guid isPermaLink="false">http://un-batticuore.skyrock.com/1700898616-posted-on-2008-04-19.html</guid><dc:creator>un-batticuore</dc:creator><dc:subject>Skyrock Blog</dc:subject><dc:date>2008-04-20T18:29:21Z</dc:date><dc:language>fr</dc:language><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://un-batticuore.skyrock.com/1700898616-posted-on-2008-04-19.html"><img align="left" src="http://01.mgl.skyrock.com/blog/vig/un-batticuore.36984201.1700898616.0.jpg" alt="" /></a> . C&#039;est quand le [. BONHEUR ° ] pour vous ?? Pour moi.. C&#039;est qd qq est là.. mais c&#039;est fini.. tout est fini.. il me reste quoi? mes yeux pr pleurer et...</p>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title>" Aimer jusqu'à la déchirure Aimer, même trop, même mal, Tenter, sans force et sans armure, D'atteindre l'inaccessible étoile... "</title><link>http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/26a707c9/l/0Lun0Ebatticuore0Bskyrock0N0C16997514140EAimer0Ejusqu0Ea0Ela0Edechirure0EAimer0Ememe0Etrop0Ememe0Emal0ETenter0Esans0Eforce0Bhtml/story01.htm</link><description>&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/26a707c9/mf.gif' border='0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/648480713/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/648480713/a2.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/648480713/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/648480713/a2.img" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><guid isPermaLink="false">http://un-batticuore.skyrock.com/1699751414-Aimer-jusqu-a-la-dechirure-Aimer-meme-trop-meme-mal-Tenter-sans-force.html</guid><dc:creator>un-batticuore</dc:creator><dc:subject>Skyrock Blog</dc:subject><dc:date>2008-04-19T14:50:14Z</dc:date><dc:language>fr</dc:language><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://un-batticuore.skyrock.com/1699751414-Aimer-jusqu-a-la-dechirure-Aimer-meme-trop-meme-mal-Tenter-sans-force.html"><img align="left" src="http://01.mgl.skyrock.com/blog/vig/un-batticuore.36984201.1699751414.0.jpg" alt="" /></a> </p>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title /><link>http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/60430c64/l/0Lun0Ebatticuore0Bskyrock0N0C168480A51580Eposted0Eon0E20A0A80E0A40E130Bhtml/story01.htm</link><description>J'irais à l'eau.. Même sous la pluie N'oublie pas que je t'aime Même si il fait froid Même si j'ai peur de l'eau Tant que tu viens me récuperer.. J'irais où tu veux..&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/60430c64/mf.gif' border='0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/1615006820/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/1615006820/a2.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/1615006820/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/1615006820/a2.img" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><guid isPermaLink="false">http://un-batticuore.skyrock.com/1684805158-posted-on-2008-04-13.html</guid><dc:creator>un-batticuore</dc:creator><dc:subject>Skyrock Blog</dc:subject><dc:date>2008-04-20T17:39:46Z</dc:date><dc:language>fr</dc:language></item><item><title /><link>http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/22754f48/l/0Lun0Ebatticuore0Bskyrock0N0C16753779340Eposted0Eon0E20A0A80E0A40E0A80Bhtml/story01.htm</link><description>Ce n'est qu'une deception de plus. Une larme de plus. Il faut avancer malgé tout. Avancer oui, mais pour quoi? Pour qui à présent? Grâce à qui? Tout ça ne veut plus...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/22754f48/mf.gif' border='0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/578113352/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/578113352/a2.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/578113352/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/578113352/a2.img" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><guid isPermaLink="false">http://un-batticuore.skyrock.com/1675377934-posted-on-2008-04-08.html</guid><dc:creator>un-batticuore</dc:creator><dc:subject>Skyrock Blog</dc:subject><dc:date>2008-04-08T21:53:48Z</dc:date><dc:language>fr</dc:language><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://un-batticuore.skyrock.com/1675377934-posted-on-2008-04-08.html"><img align="left" src="http://01.mgl.skyrock.com/blog/vig/un-batticuore.36984201.1675377934.0.jpg" alt="" /></a> Ce n&#039;est qu&#039;une deception de plus. Une larme de plus. Il faut avancer malgé tout. Avancer oui, mais pour quoi? Pour qui à présent? Grâce à qui? Tout ça ne veut plus...</p>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title /><link>http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/25e9d384/l/0Lun0Ebatticuore0Bskyrock0N0C16716680A0A60Eposted0Eon0E20A0A80E0A40E0A70Bhtml/story01.htm</link><description>. En cas.. J'existe hein?!&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/25e9d384/mf.gif' border='0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/636081028/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/636081028/a2.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/636081028/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/636081028/a2.img" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><guid isPermaLink="false">http://un-batticuore.skyrock.com/1671668006-posted-on-2008-04-07.html</guid><dc:creator>un-batticuore</dc:creator><dc:subject>Skyrock Blog</dc:subject><dc:date>2008-04-07T13:00:36Z</dc:date><dc:language>fr</dc:language><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://un-batticuore.skyrock.com/1671668006-posted-on-2008-04-07.html"><img align="left" src="http://01.mgl.skyrock.com/blog/vig/un-batticuore.36984201.1671668006.0.jpg" alt="" /></a> . En cas.. J&#039;existe hein?!</p>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title>[La vie] est une eau que les jeunes gens laissent couler sans le savoir, entre leurs doigts ouverts. Ferme tes mains, ferme tes mains, vite. Retiens-là.</title><link>http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/561dc256/l/0Lun0Ebatticuore0Bskyrock0N0C1650A5695380ELa0Evie0Eest0Eune0Eeau0Eque0Eles0Ejeunes0Egens0Elaissent0Ecouler0Esans0Ele0Esavoir0Bhtml/story01.htm</link><description>[ 31 MARS 2007 . ° ] Il y a bientôt un an que tu est entré dans ma vie.. Ou devrais-je dire plutôt dans mon coeur.. Un an que je ne suis plus la même.. Un an de...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/561dc256/mf.gif' border='0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/1444790870/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/1444790870/a2.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/1444790870/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/1444790870/a2.img" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><guid isPermaLink="false">http://un-batticuore.skyrock.com/1650569538-La-vie-est-une-eau-que-les-jeunes-gens-laissent-couler-sans-le-savoir.html</guid><dc:creator>un-batticuore</dc:creator><dc:subject>Skyrock Blog</dc:subject><dc:date>2008-03-29T13:10:55Z</dc:date><dc:language>fr</dc:language><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://un-batticuore.skyrock.com/1650569538-La-vie-est-une-eau-que-les-jeunes-gens-laissent-couler-sans-le-savoir.html"><img align="left" src="http://01.mgl.skyrock.com/blog/vig/un-batticuore.36984201.1650569538.0.jpg" alt="" /></a> [ 31 MARS 2007 . ° ] Il y a bientôt un an que tu est entré dans ma vie.. Ou devrais-je dire plutôt dans mon coeur.. Un an que je ne suis plus la même.. Un an de...</p>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title>.</title><link>http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/13b7eebf/l/0Lun0Ebatticuore0Bskyrock0N0C1649549220A0Eposted0Eon0E20A0A80E0A30E280Bhtml/story01.htm</link><description>Tu as de la magie au bout de tes doigts Elle se propage sur toute ma peau Chaque fois que je me rapproche de toi Tu me rends faible avec ta façon De me...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/13b7eebf/mf.gif' border='0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/330821311/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/330821311/a2.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/330821311/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/330821311/a2.img" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><guid isPermaLink="false">http://un-batticuore.skyrock.com/1649549220-posted-on-2008-03-28.html</guid><dc:creator>un-batticuore</dc:creator><dc:subject>Skyrock Blog</dc:subject><dc:date>2008-03-28T21:57:45Z</dc:date><dc:language>fr</dc:language><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://un-batticuore.skyrock.com/1649549220-posted-on-2008-03-28.html"><img align="left" src="http://01.mgl.skyrock.com/blog/vig/un-batticuore.36984201.1649549220.0.jpg" alt="" /></a> Tu as de la magie au bout de tes doigts Elle se propage sur toute ma peau Chaque fois que je me rapproche de toi Tu me rends faible avec ta façon De me...</p>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title /><link>http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/297fcd30/l/0Lun0Ebatticuore0Bskyrock0N0C164950A280A60Eposted0Eon0E20A0A80E0A30E280Bhtml/story01.htm</link><description>&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/297fcd30/mf.gif' border='0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/696241456/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/696241456/a2.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/696241456/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/696241456/a2.img" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><guid isPermaLink="false">http://un-batticuore.skyrock.com/1649502806-posted-on-2008-03-28.html</guid><dc:creator>un-batticuore</dc:creator><dc:subject>Skyrock Blog</dc:subject><dc:date>2008-03-28T21:41:00Z</dc:date><dc:language>fr</dc:language><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://un-batticuore.skyrock.com/1649502806-posted-on-2008-03-28.html"><img align="left" src="http://01.mgl.skyrock.com/blog/vig/un-batticuore.36984201.1649502806.0.jpg" alt="" /></a> </p>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title>.</title><link>http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/3fa9a609/l/0Lun0Ebatticuore0Bskyrock0N0C16275899980Eposted0Eon0E20A0A80E0A30E190Bhtml/story01.htm</link><description>[. La femme de ma vie °]&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/3fa9a609/mf.gif' border='0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/1068082697/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/1068082697/a2.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/1068082697/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/1068082697/a2.img" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><guid isPermaLink="false">http://un-batticuore.skyrock.com/1627589998-posted-on-2008-03-19.html</guid><dc:creator>un-batticuore</dc:creator><dc:subject>Skyrock Blog</dc:subject><dc:date>2008-03-19T22:01:39Z</dc:date><dc:language>fr</dc:language><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://un-batticuore.skyrock.com/1627589998-posted-on-2008-03-19.html"><img align="left" src="http://01.mgl.skyrock.com/blog/vig/un-batticuore.36984201.1627589998.0.jpg" alt="" /></a> [. La femme de ma vie °]</p>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title>Sapete qual&amp;#8217;è la cosa a cui si dedicano più canzoni? Esatto fratellini, l&amp;#8217;amore. Bello, brutto, triste, allegro, forte, debole, sexy, casto, porno, violento, sognato, dimenticato, violato, antico, moderno&amp;#8230;FM107.3 radio caos. Love is all you need.</title><link>http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/7cdf29ae/l/0Lun0Ebatticuore0Bskyrock0N0C16179890A560ESapete0Equal0Ee0Ela0Ecosa0Ea0Ecui0Esi0Ededicano0Epiu0Ecanzoni0EEsatto0Efratellini0Bhtml/story01.htm</link><description>3MSC Qualcuno ha detto che a volare troppo in alto si rischia di farsi male cadendo... può essere. Ma quello che ho visto lassù, vale ogni dolore ricevuto...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/7cdf29ae/mf.gif' border='0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/2094999982/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/2094999982/a2.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/2094999982/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/2094999982/a2.img" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><guid isPermaLink="false">http://un-batticuore.skyrock.com/1617989056-Sapete-qual-e-la-cosa-a-cui-si-dedicano-piu-canzoni-Esatto-fratellini.html</guid><dc:creator>un-batticuore</dc:creator><dc:subject>Skyrock Blog</dc:subject><dc:date>2008-04-20T17:38:34Z</dc:date><dc:language>fr</dc:language><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://un-batticuore.skyrock.com/1617989056-Sapete-qual-e-la-cosa-a-cui-si-dedicano-piu-canzoni-Esatto-fratellini.html"><img align="left" src="http://01.mgl.skyrock.com/blog/vig/un-batticuore.36984201.1617989056.0.jpg" alt="" /></a> 3MSC Qualcuno ha detto che a volare troppo in alto si rischia di farsi male cadendo... può essere. Ma quello che ho visto lassù, vale ogni dolore ricevuto...</p>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title /><link>http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/3fe6a425/l/0Lun0Ebatticuore0Bskyrock0N0C160A0A2751780Eposted0Eon0E20A0A80E0A30E0A70Bhtml/story01.htm</link><description>. Avant toi,ma vie était une nuit sans lune. Très noire, même s'il y avait des étoiles,des points de lumiére de raison... Et puis, tout à coup, tu as traversé mon...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/3fe6a425/mf.gif' border='0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/1072079909/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/1072079909/a2.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/1072079909/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/1072079909/a2.img" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><guid isPermaLink="false">http://un-batticuore.skyrock.com/1600275178-posted-on-2008-03-07.html</guid><dc:creator>un-batticuore</dc:creator><dc:subject>Skyrock Blog</dc:subject><dc:date>2008-03-08T22:04:17Z</dc:date><dc:language>fr</dc:language><content:encoded><![CDATA[<p><a href="http://un-batticuore.skyrock.com/1600275178-posted-on-2008-03-07.html"><img align="left" src="http://01.mgl.skyrock.com/blog/vig/un-batticuore.36984201.1600275178.0.jpg" alt="" /></a> . Avant toi,ma vie était une nuit sans lune. Très noire, même s&#039;il y avait des étoiles,des points de lumiére de raison... Et puis, tout à coup, tu as traversé mon...</p>]]></content:encoded></item><item><title>CHAPITRE XXVII</title><link>http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/3d77824f/l/0Lun0Ebatticuore0Bskyrock0N0C15878758960ECHAPITRE0EXXVII0Bhtml/story01.htm</link><description>&lt;3 J.E... L.' .A.I.M.E... A... M.O.U.R.I.R Je ne pourrais jamais te dire à quel point je t'aime. Moi même je me sens dépassée par tout cet amour. J'espere juste...&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='http://rss.feedsportal.com/c/32256/f/437763/p/1/s/3d77824f/mf.gif' border='0'/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;br/&gt;&lt;a href="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/1031242319/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/1031242319/a2.htm"&gt;&lt;img src="http://da.feedsportal.com/r/1031242319/u/0/f/437763/c/32256/s/1031242319/a2.img" border="0"/&gt;&lt;/a&gt;</description><guid isPermaLink="false">http://un-batticuore.skyrock.com/1587875896-CHAPITRE-XXVII.html</guid><dc:creator>un-batticuore</dc:creator><dc:subject>Skyrock Blog</dc:subject><dc:date>2008-04-20T17:38:06Z</dc:date><dc:language>fr</dc:language></item></channel></rss>
