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  <title>De deuil crepe des jeunes veuves - la fete veritable du soleil</title>
  <subtitle>une fois</subtitle>
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    <name>girl with a pearl earring</name>
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  <updated>2008-03-20T11:40:05Z</updated>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:g_r_i_e_t:5937</id>
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    <title>20 March 1915 - 1 August 1997</title>
    <published>2008-03-20T11:40:05Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-20T11:40:05Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Sviatoslav Richter</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;img src="http://i151.photobucket.com/albums/s159/Salomee_album/richt2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="10" /&gt;&lt;a style="font-size: 9px; color: #ccc; letter-spacing: -1px; text-decoration: none" href="http://boomp3.com/m/4dee107e9a55/meditation-tchaikovsky"&gt;boomp3.com&lt;/a&gt;&lt;img style="visibility:hidden;width:0px;height:0px;" border="0" width="0" height="0" src="http://counters.gigya.com/wildfire/CIMP/Jmx*PTEyMDYwMTI5NDgyMTgmcHQ9MTIwNjAxMjk1MDU5MyZwPTcwNzUxJmQ9Jm49.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;The greatest pianist of the 20th century.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:g_r_i_e_t:5394</id>
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    <title>Before Sunrise</title>
    <published>2008-03-03T13:30:55Z</published>
    <updated>2008-03-03T13:30:55Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Daydream, delusion, limousine, eyelash &lt;br /&gt;Oh baby with your pretty face &lt;br /&gt;Drop a tear in my wineglass &lt;br /&gt;Look at those big eyes &lt;br /&gt;See what you mean to me &lt;br /&gt;Sweet-cakes and milkshakes &lt;br /&gt;I'm a delusion angel &lt;br /&gt;I'm a fantasy parade &lt;br /&gt;I want you to know what I think &lt;br /&gt;Don't want you to guess anymore &lt;br /&gt;You have no idea where I came from &lt;br /&gt;We have no idea where we're going &lt;br /&gt;Lodged in life &lt;br /&gt;Like branches in a river&lt;br /&gt;Flowing downstream &lt;br /&gt;Caught in the current &lt;br /&gt;I'll carry you &lt;br /&gt;You'll carry me &lt;br /&gt;That's how it could be &lt;br /&gt;Don't you know me? &lt;br /&gt;Don't you know me by now?</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:g_r_i_e_t:5110</id>
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    <title>Lettre de Napoléon à Joséphine</title>
    <published>2007-10-26T09:09:35Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-26T09:09:35Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Paris, le 6 brumaire an IV &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je ne conçois pas ce qui a pu donner lieu à votre lettre. Je vous prie de me faire le plaisir de croire que personne ne désire autant votre amitié que moi, et n'est plus prêt que moi à faire quelque chose qui puisse le prouver. Si mes occupations me l'avaient permis, je serais venu moi-même porter ma lettre. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7 heures du matin &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Je me réveille plein de toi. Ton portrais et le souvenir de l'énivrante soirée d'hiers n'ont point laissé de repos à mes sens. Douce et incomparable Joséphine, quelle effet bizzare faite vous sur mon coeur ! Vous fâchez-vous ? Vous vois-je triste ? Êtes-vous inquiète ? mon âme est brisé de douleur, et il n'est point de repos pour votre ami... Mais en est-il donc davantage pour moi, lorsque, me livrant au sentiment profond qui me maîtrise, je puise sur vos lèvres, sur votre coeur, une flame qui me brûle. Ah ! c'est cette nuit que je me suis bien aperçu que votre portrait n'est pas vous ! Tu pars à midi, je te verai dans 3 heures. En attendant, mio dolce amor, reçois un millier de baisé ; mais ne m'en donne pas, car il brûle mon sang.</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:g_r_i_e_t:4678</id>
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    <title>ne me quitte pas...</title>
    <published>2007-10-16T11:27:11Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-16T11:27:11Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;lj-embed id="8" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ne me quitte pas&lt;br /&gt;Je ne vais plus pleurer&lt;br /&gt;Je ne vais plus parler&lt;br /&gt;Je me cacherai là&lt;br /&gt;A te regarder&lt;br /&gt;Danser et sourire&lt;br /&gt;Et à t'écouter&lt;br /&gt;Chanter et puis rire&lt;br /&gt;Laisse-moi devenir&lt;br /&gt;L'ombre de ton ombre&lt;br /&gt;L'ombre de ta main&lt;br /&gt;L'ombre de ton chien&lt;br /&gt;Ne me quitte pas&lt;br /&gt;Ne me quitte pas&lt;br /&gt;Ne me quitte pas&lt;br /&gt;Ne me quitte pas</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:g_r_i_e_t:4545</id>
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    <title>g_r_i_e_t @ 2007-10-16T15:17:00</title>
    <published>2007-10-16T11:17:16Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-16T11:27:43Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;center&gt;&lt;img src="http://images.quizilla.com/N/noillusions/1042509726_ultsFlower.jpg"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;You are the flower.&lt;br /&gt;Take this &lt;a target="quizilla" style="color:rgb(0,0,0)" href="http://quizilla.com/redirect.php?statsid=17&amp;amp;url=http://www.quizilla.com/users/noillusions/quizzes/Saint+Exupery%27s+%27The+Little+Prince%27+Quiz."&gt;quiz&lt;/a&gt;!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:g_r_i_e_t:3570</id>
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    <title>Mona Lisa Descending a Staircase</title>
    <published>2007-09-17T08:50:48Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-16T11:28:09Z</updated>
    <lj:music>Francisco Canaro - La Morocha</lj:music>
    <content type="html">&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Unforgettable. Inexpressible.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;



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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:g_r_i_e_t:2632</id>
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    <title>g_r_i_e_t @ 2007-07-07T21:32:00</title>
    <published>2007-07-07T17:32:38Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-16T11:28:52Z</updated>
    <content type="html">Orlando had become a woman — there is no denying it. But in every other respect, Orlando remained precisely as he had been. The change of sex, though it altered their future, did nothing whatever to alter their identity. Their faces remained, as their portraits prove, practically the same. His memory — but in future we must, for convention's sake, say 'her' for 'his,' and 'she' for 'he' — her memory then, went back through all the events of her past life without encountering any obstacle. Some slight haziness there may have been, as if a few dark drops had fallen into the clear pool of memory; certain things had become a little dimmed; but that was all. The change seemed to have been accomplished painlessly and completely and in such a way that Orlando herself showed no surprise at it. Many people, taking this into account, and holding that such a change of sex is against nature, have been at great pains to prove that Orlando had always been a woman, that Orlando is at this moment a man. Let biologists and psychologists determine. It is enough for us to state the simple fact; Orlando was a man till the age of thirty; when he became a woman and has remained so ever since. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="B"&gt;&lt;img alt="" align="absMiddle" src="http://img0.liveinternet.ru/images/attach/b/0/16924/16924411_gluckhannah_gluckstein.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content>
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    <id>urn:lj:livejournal.com:atom1:g_r_i_e_t:1578</id>
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    <title>любовь</title>
    <published>2007-06-12T20:02:12Z</published>
    <updated>2007-10-16T11:29:56Z</updated>
    <content type="html">&lt;p align="center"&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;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;lj-embed id="9" /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;font size="2"&gt;Первое послание к Коринфянам святого апостола Павла&lt;/font&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;center class="entrycontent"&gt;Глава 13.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1 Если я говорю языками человеческими и ангельскими, а любви не имею, то я - медь звенящая или кимвал звучащий.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2 Если имею дар пророчества, и знаю все тайны, и имею всякое познание и всю веру, так что могу и горы переставлять, а не имею любви,- то я ничто.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3 И если я раздам все имение мое и отдам тело мое на сожжение, а любви не имею, нет мне в том никакой пользы.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4 Любовь долготерпит, милосердствует, любовь не завидует, любовь не превозносится, не гордится,5 не бесчинствует, не ищет своего, не раздражается, не мыслит зла,6 не радуется неправде, а сорадуется истине;7 все покрывает, всему верит, всего надеется, все переносит.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8 Любовь никогда не перестает, хотя и пророчества прекратятся, и языки умолкнут, и знание упразднится.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9 Ибо мы отчасти знаем, и отчасти пророчествуем;10 когда же настанет совершенное, тогда то, что отчасти, прекратится.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;11 Когда я был младенцем, то по-младенчески говорил, по-младенчески мыслил, по-младенчески рассуждал; а как стал мужем, то оставил младенческое.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;12 Теперь мы видим как бы сквозь тусклое стекло, гадательно, тогда же лицем к лицу; теперь знаю я отчасти, а тогда позна'ю, подобно как я познан.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;13 А теперь пребывают сии три: вера, надежда, любовь; но любовь из них больше.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/center&gt;</content>
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