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Aujourd'hui.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://poesage.blogspot.com/&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3983037438924196633-355350466125598381?l=poesage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://poesage.blogspot.com/2011/11/111111.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stef Pinard)</author><thr:total>1</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983037438924196633.post-9115055406393790576</guid><pubDate>Thu, 10 Nov 2011 23:30:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-11T00:30:56.388+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Altérité</category><title>L'autre</title><description>L'autre dans toute sa ressemblance, dans toute sa différence, reste un étranger.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://poesage.blogspot.com/&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3983037438924196633-9115055406393790576?l=poesage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://poesage.blogspot.com/2011/11/lautre.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stef Pinard)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983037438924196633.post-4917705610168560227</guid><pubDate>Thu, 10 Nov 2011 23:27:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-11T00:27:55.510+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">différence</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Vérité</category><title>Vérité</title><description>La réalité de nos vérités est difficile à envisager face aux miroirs de nos différences.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://poesage.blogspot.com/&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3983037438924196633-4917705610168560227?l=poesage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://poesage.blogspot.com/2011/11/verite.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stef Pinard)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983037438924196633.post-6132439352427722437</guid><pubDate>Thu, 10 Nov 2011 20:56:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-10T21:56:08.492+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Héritage</category><title>Héritage</title><description>Nous laisserons un patrimoine virtuel à nos enfants. 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Il n'y a pas de règle mais les questions arrivent tôt ou tard.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://poesage.blogspot.com/&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3983037438924196633-6782114198436243604?l=poesage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://poesage.blogspot.com/2011/11/tot-ou-tard.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stef Pinard)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983037438924196633.post-3048448902125300910</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 Nov 2011 05:15:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-04T06:15:43.883+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Devinette</category><title>X</title><description>Xx rencontre xy et parfois devient xxx mais où est passé y ?&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://poesage.blogspot.com/&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3983037438924196633-3048448902125300910?l=poesage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://poesage.blogspot.com/2011/11/x.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stef Pinard)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983037438924196633.post-7036764243501205300</guid><pubDate>Fri, 04 Nov 2011 05:13:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-04T06:13:45.701+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Temps</category><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Age</category><title>Âge</title><description>Les années se comptent différemment en fonction de notre âge : nous devenons moins bons en calcul mental.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://poesage.blogspot.com/&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3983037438924196633-7036764243501205300?l=poesage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://poesage.blogspot.com/2011/11/age.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stef Pinard)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983037438924196633.post-2220980763994807216</guid><pubDate>Tue, 01 Nov 2011 10:17:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-01T11:17:24.204+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Peau</category><title>Les fibres de nos émotions</title><description>Nous avons le sentiment textile : parfois soie, souvent nylon.#poésie&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://poesage.blogspot.com/&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3983037438924196633-2220980763994807216?l=poesage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://poesage.blogspot.com/2011/11/les-fibres-de-nos-emotions.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stef Pinard)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983037438924196633.post-6326023070608493645</guid><pubDate>Tue, 01 Nov 2011 10:12:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-11-01T11:12:53.001+01:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Liberté</category><title>Liberté</title><description>S'attacher, se détacher, s'user au combat et survivre ... En toute liberté.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://poesage.blogspot.com/&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3983037438924196633-6326023070608493645?l=poesage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://poesage.blogspot.com/2011/11/liberte.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stef Pinard)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983037438924196633.post-1097653392415834629</guid><pubDate>Fri, 28 Oct 2011 20:45:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-28T22:45:08.127+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Faim</category><title>Faim</title><description>L'appétit vous dévore.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://poesage.blogspot.com/&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3983037438924196633-1097653392415834629?l=poesage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://poesage.blogspot.com/2011/10/faim.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stef Pinard)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983037438924196633.post-7335145611838168306</guid><pubDate>Fri, 28 Oct 2011 20:39:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-28T22:39:38.021+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Vieillir</category><title>Vieillir</title><description>Vieillir : une larme au coin de l'oeil glisse sur la joue ridée.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://poesage.blogspot.com/&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3983037438924196633-7335145611838168306?l=poesage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://poesage.blogspot.com/2011/10/vieillir.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stef Pinard)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink="false">tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3983037438924196633.post-6679202574041453888</guid><pubDate>Thu, 27 Oct 2011 21:50:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-10-27T23:50:38.402+02:00</atom:updated><category domain="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#">Pensée</category><title>Dictature</title><description>L'esprit totalitaire de nos pensées : Le dictateur de nos non-dits ne s'améliore pas avec le facteur temps.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;http://poesage.blogspot.com/&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/3983037438924196633-6679202574041453888?l=poesage.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</description><link>http://poesage.blogspot.com/2011/10/dictature.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (Stef Pinard)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><language>en-us</language><media:rating>nonadult</media:rating></channel></rss>

