<?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-6033843816432550916</id><updated>2011-07-08T03:39:57.409-07:00</updated><category term='J&apos;aime (...)'/><category term='Déblatération'/><category term='Etat moral'/><category term='Photographie'/><title type='text'>Mademoiselle Sweet Jane</title><subtitle type='html'>ou Comment proposer sa photographie et sa vie.</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melle-sweet-jane.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033843816432550916/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melle-sweet-jane.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Mademoiselle Sweet Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09710662952410667245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lRxPBzzPEow/SdonqcN6P3I/AAAAAAAAAEw/mmwNe0gWpLY/S220/IMGP5389-bis-pola.jpg'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033843816432550916.post-1997941212955675761</id><published>2009-04-23T13:39:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T07:52:35.881-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photographie'/><title type='text'>look what u've done</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lRxPBzzPEow/SfDT4HxCvEI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Id1bBgtGIoM/s1600-h/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 258px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lRxPBzzPEow/SfDT4HxCvEI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Id1bBgtGIoM/s400/1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5327991320290180162" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*j'aime bien le glauque d'en bas de chez moi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6033843816432550916-1997941212955675761?l=melle-sweet-jane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melle-sweet-jane.blogspot.com/feeds/1997941212955675761/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melle-sweet-jane.blogspot.com/2009/04/look-what-uve-done.html#comment-form' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033843816432550916/posts/default/1997941212955675761'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033843816432550916/posts/default/1997941212955675761'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melle-sweet-jane.blogspot.com/2009/04/look-what-uve-done.html' title='look what u&apos;ve done'/><author><name>Mademoiselle Sweet Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09710662952410667245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lRxPBzzPEow/SdonqcN6P3I/AAAAAAAAAEw/mmwNe0gWpLY/S220/IMGP5389-bis-pola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lRxPBzzPEow/SfDT4HxCvEI/AAAAAAAAAFo/Id1bBgtGIoM/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033843816432550916.post-5910000524350626230</id><published>2009-04-10T12:11:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T07:52:24.113-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Déblatération'/><title type='text'>Lachez Moi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lRxPBzzPEow/Sd-fADLXOMI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/LkNK5X01kfI/s1600-h/7454756A535BDFE5106BA6F997E9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 263px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lRxPBzzPEow/Sd-fADLXOMI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/LkNK5X01kfI/s400/7454756A535BDFE5106BA6F997E9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5323148107776997570" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;*ce qui m'énerve également :&lt;br /&gt;le fait de ne pas arriver à finir ma robe semblable à la sienne&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 153, 0);font-family:times new roman;font-size:180%;"  &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(204, 0, 0);"&gt;P&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;uisque je suis dans ma période crise d'adolescence décérébrée, et anti parentale au possible, je vais faire une liste de ce qui m'insupporte dans la vie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(192, 192, 192);font-size:85%;" &gt;Parlez dans le micro&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;#&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;La bêtise humaine, où le fait de dire des conneries plus grosses que soi&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;#&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Les fautes d'orthographes, car j'ai été prof de français dans une vie antérieure&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;#&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Les délires/trips supra méga droles&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;#&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Ma mère. Oh là camarade, laisse moi finir, ne t'excite pas. Ma mère lorsqu'elle prend des&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; accents pourris pour dire quelque chose de totalement normal où il n'y a pas raison de prendre un accent pourris lorsqu'on va dire quelque chose de totalement normal.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;# &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Lorsqu'on ne fait pas attention à moi. D'où les cheveux couleurs carottes.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;#&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Les fantômes qui posent des lapins. On s'est compris.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;#&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Les gens qui me parlent avant que j'ai bu mon jus de pomme acide au petit déjeuner.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;#&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Les gens qui me disent "Ah mais t'as des gouts très bizarres" d'un air dégouté. Laissez moi vivre merde.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;#&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Les notifications facebook par e-mail qui s'enchainent alors que tu n'en a rien à battre. "Machin a commenté une photo de vous", alors qu'on t'a marqué sur un texte qui te demande de raconter un souvenir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;#&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Les gens qui ne répondent pas aux sms/appels. Tu te sens misérable.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;# La compassion.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;# &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Passer pour une peureuse/faible à coté d'un garçon. C'est mon petit coté Simone de Beauvoir à moi.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;#&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; Regarder des séries en streaming (ouais ouais, pas du tout concernée par la polémique) et que Mégavidéo coupe en plein milieu d'une action tendue : "You have watched 72 minutes of video today"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;#&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; La pilule qui me donne des boutons.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;#&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt; M'excuser.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div  style="text-align: right;font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;Liste des courses à éditer&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6033843816432550916-5910000524350626230?l=melle-sweet-jane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melle-sweet-jane.blogspot.com/feeds/5910000524350626230/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melle-sweet-jane.blogspot.com/2009/04/lachez-moi.html#comment-form' title='1 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033843816432550916/posts/default/5910000524350626230'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033843816432550916/posts/default/5910000524350626230'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melle-sweet-jane.blogspot.com/2009/04/lachez-moi.html' title='Lachez Moi'/><author><name>Mademoiselle Sweet Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09710662952410667245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lRxPBzzPEow/SdonqcN6P3I/AAAAAAAAAEw/mmwNe0gWpLY/S220/IMGP5389-bis-pola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lRxPBzzPEow/Sd-fADLXOMI/AAAAAAAAAFQ/LkNK5X01kfI/s72-c/7454756A535BDFE5106BA6F997E9.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033843816432550916.post-6648978331771512933</id><published>2009-03-19T09:47:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T07:53:50.286-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Etat moral'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lRxPBzzPEow/ScJ3SwjN3aI/AAAAAAAAADo/3N24cCQ4IRE/s1600-h/santogold-cover.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 400px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lRxPBzzPEow/ScJ3SwjN3aI/AAAAAAAAADo/3N24cCQ4IRE/s400/santogold-cover.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5314941674404568482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;L&lt;/span&gt;à tu vois tout de suite, j'ai envie de vomir ma race.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6033843816432550916-6648978331771512933?l=melle-sweet-jane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melle-sweet-jane.blogspot.com/feeds/6648978331771512933/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melle-sweet-jane.blogspot.com/2009/03/l-tu-vois-tout-de-suite-jai-envie-de.html#comment-form' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033843816432550916/posts/default/6648978331771512933'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033843816432550916/posts/default/6648978331771512933'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melle-sweet-jane.blogspot.com/2009/03/l-tu-vois-tout-de-suite-jai-envie-de.html' title=''/><author><name>Mademoiselle Sweet Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09710662952410667245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lRxPBzzPEow/SdonqcN6P3I/AAAAAAAAAEw/mmwNe0gWpLY/S220/IMGP5389-bis-pola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lRxPBzzPEow/ScJ3SwjN3aI/AAAAAAAAADo/3N24cCQ4IRE/s72-c/santogold-cover.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033843816432550916.post-6067016872474338081</id><published>2009-03-19T02:25:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T07:53:13.551-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='J&apos;aime (...)'/><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;object height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/sUwWEkbVssg&amp;amp;hl=fr&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;param name="allowscriptaccess" value="always"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/sUwWEkbVssg&amp;amp;hl=fr&amp;amp;fs=1&amp;amp;color1=0x5d1719&amp;amp;color2=0xcd311b" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" height="344" width="425"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-family:times new roman;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;L&lt;/span&gt;ayla&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;, Eric Clapton, Mark Knopfler&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6033843816432550916-6067016872474338081?l=melle-sweet-jane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melle-sweet-jane.blogspot.com/feeds/6067016872474338081/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melle-sweet-jane.blogspot.com/2009/03/l-ayla-eric-clapton-mark-knopfler.html#comment-form' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033843816432550916/posts/default/6067016872474338081'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033843816432550916/posts/default/6067016872474338081'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melle-sweet-jane.blogspot.com/2009/03/l-ayla-eric-clapton-mark-knopfler.html' title=''/><author><name>Mademoiselle Sweet Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09710662952410667245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lRxPBzzPEow/SdonqcN6P3I/AAAAAAAAAEw/mmwNe0gWpLY/S220/IMGP5389-bis-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033843816432550916.post-7619201962602184082</id><published>2009-03-11T05:59:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T07:52:24.114-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Déblatération'/><title type='text'>Because the night</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lRxPBzzPEow/Sbe4RGOY0yI/AAAAAAAAADQ/qeHTZ--ZSuc/s1600-h/IMGP3502.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lRxPBzzPEow/Sbe4RGOY0yI/AAAAAAAAADQ/qeHTZ--ZSuc/s400/IMGP3502.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311916889375036194" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(192, 192, 192);"&gt;                                                                *Carrousel de MontMartre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:180%;" &gt;S&lt;/span&gt;i j'étais Shakespeare, je me retournerai dans ma tombe, où il pourrait entendre crier ses ouvrages décortiqués mots par mots, virgules par virgules, pour en extraire le liquide et le pus sensé nous guider vers la voie de la compréhension totale de l'œuvre écrite.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6033843816432550916-7619201962602184082?l=melle-sweet-jane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melle-sweet-jane.blogspot.com/feeds/7619201962602184082/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melle-sweet-jane.blogspot.com/2009/03/because-night.html#comment-form' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033843816432550916/posts/default/7619201962602184082'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033843816432550916/posts/default/7619201962602184082'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melle-sweet-jane.blogspot.com/2009/03/because-night.html' title='Because the night'/><author><name>Mademoiselle Sweet Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09710662952410667245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lRxPBzzPEow/SdonqcN6P3I/AAAAAAAAAEw/mmwNe0gWpLY/S220/IMGP5389-bis-pola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lRxPBzzPEow/Sbe4RGOY0yI/AAAAAAAAADQ/qeHTZ--ZSuc/s72-c/IMGP3502.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033843816432550916.post-7331115676158425005</id><published>2009-02-01T04:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T07:53:50.286-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Etat moral'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photographie'/><title type='text'>Jukebox Blues</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(204, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;P&lt;/span&gt;étition pour retourner dans les années 60&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lRxPBzzPEow/SYXY5F9Q1oI/AAAAAAAAACA/87I9IM38SAs/s1600-h/86.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 270px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lRxPBzzPEow/SYXY5F9Q1oI/AAAAAAAAACA/87I9IM38SAs/s400/86.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297879012034532994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lRxPBzzPEow/SYWq0f-y9GI/AAAAAAAAABw/aDFDNX-Z53U/s1600-h/84.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 340px; height: 400px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_lRxPBzzPEow/SYWq0f-y9GI/AAAAAAAAABw/aDFDNX-Z53U/s400/84.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297828355586061410" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lRxPBzzPEow/SYXAhtfzxJI/AAAAAAAAAB4/gF3VEolV91k/s1600-h/85.png"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 358px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_lRxPBzzPEow/SYXAhtfzxJI/AAAAAAAAAB4/gF3VEolV91k/s400/85.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297852222052484242" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lRxPBzzPEow/SYXaBnzya_I/AAAAAAAAACI/iqz39hY_sco/s1600-h/87.png"&gt;&lt;img style="cursor: pointer; width: 268px; height: 400px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lRxPBzzPEow/SYXaBnzya_I/AAAAAAAAACI/iqz39hY_sco/s400/87.png" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5297880258072177650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="width:220px;height:55px;"&gt;&lt;object width="220" height="55"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.deezer.com/embedded/small-widget-v2.swf?idSong=123118&amp;colorBackground=0x555552&amp;textColor1=0xFFFFFF&amp;colorVolume=0x39D1FD&amp;autoplay=0"&gt;&lt;/param&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.deezer.com/embedded/small-widget-v2.swf?idSong=123118&amp;colorBackground=0x525252&amp;textColor1=0xFFFFFF&amp;colorVolume=0x39D1FD&amp;autoplay=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" width="220" height="55"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br&gt;&lt;font size='1' color ='#000000'&gt;D&amp;eacute;couvrez &lt;a href='http://www.deezer.com/fr/stray-cats.html'&gt;Stray Cats&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6033843816432550916-7331115676158425005?l=melle-sweet-jane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melle-sweet-jane.blogspot.com/feeds/7331115676158425005/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melle-sweet-jane.blogspot.com/2009/02/jukebox-blues.html#comment-form' title='1 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033843816432550916/posts/default/7331115676158425005'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033843816432550916/posts/default/7331115676158425005'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melle-sweet-jane.blogspot.com/2009/02/jukebox-blues.html' title='Jukebox Blues'/><author><name>Mademoiselle Sweet Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09710662952410667245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lRxPBzzPEow/SdonqcN6P3I/AAAAAAAAAEw/mmwNe0gWpLY/S220/IMGP5389-bis-pola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lRxPBzzPEow/SYXY5F9Q1oI/AAAAAAAAACA/87I9IM38SAs/s72-c/86.png' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033843816432550916.post-7139456448846739427</id><published>2009-01-23T07:32:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T16:15:31.062-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Le luxe, pour un cubain, est une mauvaise bouteille de whiskey</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lRxPBzzPEow/SXn1bymvTPI/AAAAAAAAABg/496DOug3KMc/s1600-h/18997008_w434_h_q80.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 300px; height: 400px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lRxPBzzPEow/SXn1bymvTPI/AAAAAAAAABg/496DOug3KMc/s400/18997008_w434_h_q80.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5294532694740258034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(102, 51, 51);font-size:180%;" &gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;T&lt;/span&gt;raverser le monde pour le voir à travers l'objectif.&lt;br /&gt;J'ai trouvé mon métier, depuis un petit bout de temps déjà, mais j'ai maintenant le but principal du pourquoi je veux &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;faire ce métier.&lt;br /&gt;Ecarter la culture française afin de s'immerger dans les autres, pour une ouverture d'esprit totale. Je souhaite traverser principalement l'Amérique du Sud, et rapporter avec moi des photos qui ne montrent pas dans quelles conditions de vie misérables, ou précaires ils vivent, mais comment dignement ils évoluent dans leur culture. En aucun cas parler d'exotisme attractif, ni de tourisme passager. Je veux dépeindre leurs repas, leur sommeil, leurs coutumes, leurs mariages, leurs fêtes, leurs enterrements, leurs courses, leurs jeux, leurs enfants, leurs amours.&lt;br /&gt;Comment voient-ils leur pays, leurs dirigeants, sans plonger dans le politiquement correct et photographie engagée, comment voient-ils les hommes ?&lt;br /&gt;Plonger les hommes dans différentes cultures autre que la leur, leur montrer que les pays existent sans le Club Med ou FRAM Voyage.&lt;br /&gt;Et surtout, prouver que ce ne sont pas les petits hommes misérables qui mendient et qui provoquent seulement la pitié aux bons samaritains.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Doisneau a illustré Paris. J'illustrerai l'Amérique Latine.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Film &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;Le Che&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;, Partie I &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(102, 102, 102);"&gt;L'Argentin.&lt;br /&gt;Le réalisme frappant n'est pas le seul facteur décisif de ce film au demeurant excellent. La linéarité, le jeux des acteurs, et l'histoire également. Si on s'intéresse un temps soit peu ou à l'histoire du Che, autre que la photo d'Alberto Korda sur les tee-shirt, ou à l'histoire de l'Amérique du Sud, on ne peut qu'être frappé.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6033843816432550916-7139456448846739427?l=melle-sweet-jane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melle-sweet-jane.blogspot.com/feeds/7139456448846739427/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melle-sweet-jane.blogspot.com/2009/01/le-luxe-pour-un-cubain-est-une-mauvaise_23.html#comment-form' title='1 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033843816432550916/posts/default/7139456448846739427'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033843816432550916/posts/default/7139456448846739427'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melle-sweet-jane.blogspot.com/2009/01/le-luxe-pour-un-cubain-est-une-mauvaise_23.html' title='Le luxe, pour un cubain, est une mauvaise bouteille de whiskey'/><author><name>Mademoiselle Sweet Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09710662952410667245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lRxPBzzPEow/SdonqcN6P3I/AAAAAAAAAEw/mmwNe0gWpLY/S220/IMGP5389-bis-pola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lRxPBzzPEow/SXn1bymvTPI/AAAAAAAAABg/496DOug3KMc/s72-c/18997008_w434_h_q80.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033843816432550916.post-7517988718442152095</id><published>2009-01-13T11:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T07:49:31.711-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Déblatération'/><title type='text'>le Je, pire que la dictature du On</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lRxPBzzPEow/SW4QROnPZLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/b4zxQU-5xIQ/s1600-h/IMGP4576.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lRxPBzzPEow/SW4QROnPZLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/b4zxQU-5xIQ/s400/IMGP4576.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5291184500373415090" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 204, 102);"&gt;J&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;'aime moi, marcher sans but, le cinéma, jouer de la guitare doucement et chantonner gravement, les moments bouleversants le quotidien, les hommes bouleversants mon quotidien, Moriarty ou le folk poussiéreux et empaillé, le chocolat brulant à la cannelle, les Velvet Underground, les photo journalistes et leurs regards troublants, les photographes de mode et leur regard froid, les artistes et leurs justifications délurées, le vernis bon-chic-bon-genre émaillé, les apparences, l'originalité, le rouge à lèvres, les femmes fatales, le cynisme, Arsenic et Vieilles Dentelles, le vieillot, les mots anciens, les parfums capiteux mêlées à l'odeur de la cigarette, les paroles de Gainsbourg, le blues de Cash, la hargne blanche de Chubby, les samouraïs et leur violence poétique, la vengeance neurasthénique, le bling-bling récalcitrant, les moments évacuateurs, boire du rhum au goulot, les hivers glacials, la beauté subjective, la radio grésillant, le talent de Clapton, les CDs de mon père, to walk the line.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(153, 153, 153);font-size:85%;" &gt;Liste de courses à éditer.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6033843816432550916-7517988718442152095?l=melle-sweet-jane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melle-sweet-jane.blogspot.com/feeds/7517988718442152095/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melle-sweet-jane.blogspot.com/2009/01/le-je-pire-que-la-dictature-du-on.html#comment-form' title='1 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033843816432550916/posts/default/7517988718442152095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033843816432550916/posts/default/7517988718442152095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melle-sweet-jane.blogspot.com/2009/01/le-je-pire-que-la-dictature-du-on.html' title='le Je, pire que la dictature du On'/><author><name>Mademoiselle Sweet Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09710662952410667245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lRxPBzzPEow/SdonqcN6P3I/AAAAAAAAAEw/mmwNe0gWpLY/S220/IMGP5389-bis-pola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lRxPBzzPEow/SW4QROnPZLI/AAAAAAAAAAU/b4zxQU-5xIQ/s72-c/IMGP4576.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033843816432550916.post-3701419832099166213</id><published>2009-01-13T10:55:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-08-06T07:49:18.663-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Déblatération'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Photographie'/><title type='text'>Si elle est floue c'est qu'elle est bonne</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:180%;"&gt;M&lt;/span&gt;es photo sont décalés, mal cadrées, surexposées, sous exposées, fumeuses, foireuses, douteuses.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;Je les aime, et en même temps pas.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lRxPBzzPEow/SWzlDrG9lCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/77hGddLjs9Y/s1600-h/IMGP4536.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 268px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lRxPBzzPEow/SWzlDrG9lCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/77hGddLjs9Y/s400/IMGP4536.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5290855513527784482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;font-size:85%;" &gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;*Marseille, dans les temps apocalyptiques &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="width: 220px; height: 55px;"&gt;&lt;object height="55" width="220"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.deezer.com/embedded/small-widget-v2.swf?idSong=558397&amp;amp;colorBackground=0x555552&amp;amp;textColor1=0xFFFFFF&amp;amp;colorVolume=0x39D1FD&amp;amp;autoplay=0"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.deezer.com/embedded/small-widget-v2.swf?idSong=558397&amp;amp;colorBackground=0x525252&amp;amp;textColor1=0xFFFFFF&amp;amp;colorVolume=0x39D1FD&amp;amp;autoplay=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="55" width="220"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:78%;color:#000000;"&gt;Découvrez &lt;a href="http://www.deezer.com/fr/cesaria-evora.html"&gt;Cesária Évora&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6033843816432550916-3701419832099166213?l=melle-sweet-jane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melle-sweet-jane.blogspot.com/feeds/3701419832099166213/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melle-sweet-jane.blogspot.com/2009/01/si-elle-est-floue-cest-quelle-est-bonne.html#comment-form' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033843816432550916/posts/default/3701419832099166213'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033843816432550916/posts/default/3701419832099166213'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melle-sweet-jane.blogspot.com/2009/01/si-elle-est-floue-cest-quelle-est-bonne.html' title='Si elle est floue c&apos;est qu&apos;elle est bonne'/><author><name>Mademoiselle Sweet Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09710662952410667245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lRxPBzzPEow/SdonqcN6P3I/AAAAAAAAAEw/mmwNe0gWpLY/S220/IMGP5389-bis-pola.jpg'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_lRxPBzzPEow/SWzlDrG9lCI/AAAAAAAAAAM/77hGddLjs9Y/s72-c/IMGP4536.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6033843816432550916.post-15775526320214907</id><published>2009-01-13T10:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-08-03T16:26:57.760-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Déblatération'/><title type='text'>Dieu est mort, Nietzsche</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 0, 0);font-size:180%;" &gt;D&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;ans un style tout à fait épuré, Melle Sweet Jane coupe le ruban rouge d'ouverture.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt; &lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;Des mots pleins la bouche tels des bonbons poisseux, tapotant le rebord de la table de ses ongles rouges sangs, son appareil photo dans un recoin sombre, Sweet Jane de son nom d'emprunt à la vague Nico, Lou Reed &amp;amp; Velvet Underground, exposera sa manière d'être en photographie.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;div style="width: 220px; height: 55px;"&gt;&lt;object height="55" width="220"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.deezer.com/embedded/small-widget-v2.swf?idSong=86073&amp;amp;colorBackground=0x555552&amp;amp;textColor1=0xFFFFFF&amp;amp;colorVolume=0x39D1FD&amp;amp;autoplay=0"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.deezer.com/embedded/small-widget-v2.swf?idSong=86073&amp;amp;colorBackground=0x525252&amp;amp;textColor1=0xFFFFFF&amp;amp;colorVolume=0x39D1FD&amp;amp;autoplay=0" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" height="55" width="220"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;Découvrez &lt;a href="http://www.blogger.com/%27http://www.deezer.com/fr/the-velvet-underground.html%27"&gt;The Velvet Underground&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:times new roman;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6033843816432550916-15775526320214907?l=melle-sweet-jane.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://melle-sweet-jane.blogspot.com/feeds/15775526320214907/comments/default' title='Publier les commentaires'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://melle-sweet-jane.blogspot.com/2009/01/dieu-est-mort-nietzsche.html#comment-form' title='0 commentaires'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033843816432550916/posts/default/15775526320214907'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/6033843816432550916/posts/default/15775526320214907'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://melle-sweet-jane.blogspot.com/2009/01/dieu-est-mort-nietzsche.html' title='Dieu est mort, Nietzsche'/><author><name>Mademoiselle Sweet Jane</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09710662952410667245</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='26' height='32' src='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_lRxPBzzPEow/SdonqcN6P3I/AAAAAAAAAEw/mmwNe0gWpLY/S220/IMGP5389-bis-pola.jpg'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
