<?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-9968813</id><updated>2011-04-21T21:55:26.507+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Sparadrap</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://sparadrap.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9968813/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparadrap.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Reflet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02754329580506877587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v218/reflet/nana.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>2</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9968813.post-110632201276309672</id><published>2005-01-21T16:37:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-01-21T16:51:40.316+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Des tresses dans mes cheveux, détresse dans mes yeux</title><content type='html'>&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v218/reflet/princessederien.jpg" align="right" /&gt;L'appel de la succube - Mon amour (Colchique) - Princesse de rien - Louis - Le model - Tout ce qu'on dit de toi - Question de philosophie - Nature morte - Qui saura l'aimer - Les couleurs - Dans la cité nouvelle - L'écharpe - Psaume - Nickel (tout ce qu'on dit de toi).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.robertlesite.net/"&gt;http://www.robertlesite.net/&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9968813-110632201276309672?l=sparadrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9968813/posts/default/110632201276309672'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9968813/posts/default/110632201276309672'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparadrap.blogspot.com/2005/01/des-tresses-dans-mes-cheveux-dtresse.html' title='Des tresses dans mes cheveux, détresse dans mes yeux'/><author><name>Reflet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02754329580506877587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v218/reflet/nana.gif'/></author></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-9968813.post-110494743295726190</id><published>2005-01-05T18:36:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2005-01-06T13:37:54.036+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Les mots sont nos vies</title><content type='html'>Sparadrap. Un je-ne-sais-quoi de rebelle. J'aime (et va falloir trouver un synonyme à énormément).&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;img src="http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v218/reflet/a19th_7.gif" align="left" /&gt;Dévoré ^.^ Message original même si parfois un peu simpliste, bon graphisme, happy-end prévisible, voici en quelques mots mon appréciation sur l'ensemble de la série. A quand une suite?&lt;br /&gt;Ce sera la première série dont je posséderai tous les volumes (ce n'est pas un mérite, il n'y en a que sept XD). J'aimerais découvrir un autre Yuu Watase, mais lequel?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Le petit chat d'Agnès est mort, &lt;i&gt;and so what, and so what, and so what?&lt;i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;/i&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/9968813-110494743295726190?l=sparadrap.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9968813/posts/default/110494743295726190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/9968813/posts/default/110494743295726190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://sparadrap.blogspot.com/2005/01/les-mots-sont-nos-vies.html' title='Les mots sont nos vies'/><author><name>Reflet</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/02754329580506877587</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='32' src='http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v218/reflet/nana.gif'/></author></entry></feed>
