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  <title>Ashram de Swâmi Petaramesh - La pêche !</title>
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  <description>Ashram de Swâmi Petaramesh, Grand Guru de la Secte des Adorateurs de Cela.</description>
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  <pubDate>Fri, 21 Nov 2008 02:36:09 +0100</pubDate>
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    <title>Remonte-moral express (Hahaha ;-)</title>
    <link>http://petaramesh.org/post/2007/10/02/Remonte-moral-express-Hahaha-</link>
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    <pubDate>Tue, 02 Oct 2007 19:12:00 +0200</pubDate>
    <dc:creator>Petaramesh</dc:creator>
        <category>Chienne de vie</category>
        <category>La pêche !</category>    
    <description>&lt;p&gt;En guise de petit cadeau à Laflote &lt;a href=&quot;http://laflote.eu.org/post/2007/10/02/Mortelle-randonnee&quot; hreflang=&quot;fr&quot;&gt;qui a l'air d'en avoir bien besoin&lt;/a&gt; au point d'avoir fermé son fil de commentaires, un ch'tit coup de &lt;em&gt;Pink Floyd&lt;/em&gt; qui &lt;em&gt;remonte le moral&lt;/em&gt; (Hahaha...)&lt;/p&gt;    &lt;blockquote&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Nobody Home&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
&lt;p&gt;
&lt;em&gt;I've got a little black book with my poems in&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;I've got a bag with a toothbrush and a comb in&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;When I'm a good dog they sometimes throw me a bone in&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;I got elastic bands keeping my shoes on&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Got those swollen hand blues.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Got thirteen channels of shit on the T.V. to choose from&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;I've got electric light&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;And I've got second sight&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;I've got amazing powers of observation&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;And that is how I know&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;When I try to get through&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;On the telephone to you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;There'll be nobody home&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;I've got the obligatory Hendrix perm&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;And I've got the inevitable pinhole burns&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;All down the front of my favorite satin shirt&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;I've got nicotine stains on my fingers&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;I've got a silver spoon on a chain&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;I've got a grand piano to prop up my mortal remains&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;I've got wild staring eyes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;I've got a strong urge to fly&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;But I've got nowhere to fly to&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;Ooooh Babe when I pick up the phone&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;There's still nobody home&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;I've got a pair of Gohills boots&lt;/em&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;em&gt;And I've got fading roots.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/p&gt;
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(Waters)&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/blockquote&gt;</description>
    
    
    
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