<?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-8515337020183963509</id><updated>2012-02-16T11:21:09.651-08:00</updated><category term='abertura'/><category term='Outubro de 1976'/><category term='Setembro de 1976'/><category term='Novembro de 1976'/><title type='text'>Diário de Marcos Pires</title><subtitle type='html'>Este é o diário de Marcos dos Santos Pires, que eu comecei a escrever na adolescência, e hoje resolvi disponibilizá-lo na internet.Essa minha atitude da juventude me auxiliou muito nas minhas redações, e ajudou a abrir o meu entendimento para o mundo!</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Marcos dos Santos Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219273903326197434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rkQ8t9WzbkQ/SKWV1YeUKZI/AAAAAAAAAlo/VUoKWifsLCk/S220/DSC06468.JPG'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>74</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515337020183963509.post-1066559516513431441</id><published>2008-12-06T03:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T03:06:51.710-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Novembro de 1976'/><title type='text'>27 de Novembro de 1976</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"O mal deste mundo é que os estúpidos vivem cheios de si, e os inteligentes cheios de dúvidas."&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/8515337020183963509-1066559516513431441?l=diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/feeds/1066559516513431441/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515337020183963509&amp;postID=1066559516513431441' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/1066559516513431441'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/1066559516513431441'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/2008/12/27-de-novembro-de-1976.html' title='27 de Novembro de 1976'/><author><name>Marcos dos Santos Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219273903326197434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rkQ8t9WzbkQ/SKWV1YeUKZI/AAAAAAAAAlo/VUoKWifsLCk/S220/DSC06468.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515337020183963509.post-4983894885999492186</id><published>2008-12-06T03:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T03:05:42.289-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Novembro de 1976'/><title type='text'>26 de Novembro de 1976</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;É, como eu disse ontem, "se tudo der certo", mas deu tudo errado. É por isso mesmo que eu não vou contar nada de nada! Prá mim chega!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515337020183963509-4983894885999492186?l=diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/feeds/4983894885999492186/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515337020183963509&amp;postID=4983894885999492186' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/4983894885999492186'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/4983894885999492186'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/2008/12/26-de-novembro-de-1976.html' title='26 de Novembro de 1976'/><author><name>Marcos dos Santos Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219273903326197434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rkQ8t9WzbkQ/SKWV1YeUKZI/AAAAAAAAAlo/VUoKWifsLCk/S220/DSC06468.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515337020183963509.post-2639307403325641228</id><published>2008-12-06T03:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T03:04:09.827-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Novembro de 1976'/><title type='text'>25 de Novembro de 1976</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amanhã é sexta-feira, o último dia de aula da semana. "Tô" com intenção de "matar" a primeira aula para fazer uma coisa que eu quero fazer hpa tempo. Se tudo der certo, amanhã eu conto tudo, tim-tim por tim-tim. Eu não tenho mesmo muito o que perder, por isso vou jogar!&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/8515337020183963509-2639307403325641228?l=diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/feeds/2639307403325641228/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515337020183963509&amp;postID=2639307403325641228' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/2639307403325641228'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/2639307403325641228'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/2008/12/25-de-novembro-de-1976.html' title='25 de Novembro de 1976'/><author><name>Marcos dos Santos Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219273903326197434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rkQ8t9WzbkQ/SKWV1YeUKZI/AAAAAAAAAlo/VUoKWifsLCk/S220/DSC06468.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515337020183963509.post-9089568212972147278</id><published>2008-12-06T03:00:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T03:01:46.402-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Novembro de 1976'/><title type='text'>24 de Novembro de 1976</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Sinto agora que o vento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Traz coisas de longe de casa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Libertando a voz.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;São lugares perdidos&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;E imagens confusas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;De tempos que não voltam mais."&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/8515337020183963509-9089568212972147278?l=diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/feeds/9089568212972147278/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515337020183963509&amp;postID=9089568212972147278' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' 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1976'/><title type='text'>23 de Novembro de 1976</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Minha vida é um labirinto, do qual não consigo me livrar.&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/8515337020183963509-4871943282749082586?l=diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/feeds/4871943282749082586/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515337020183963509&amp;postID=4871943282749082586' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/4871943282749082586'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/4871943282749082586'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/2008/12/23-de-novembro-de-1976.html' title='23 de Novembro de 1976'/><author><name>Marcos dos Santos Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219273903326197434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rkQ8t9WzbkQ/SKWV1YeUKZI/AAAAAAAAAlo/VUoKWifsLCk/S220/DSC06468.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515337020183963509.post-6922521421809202801</id><published>2008-12-06T02:58:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T02:58:54.768-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Novembro de 1976'/><title type='text'>22 de Novembro de 1976</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Se todos no mundo se dessem as mãos, o mundo seria uma grande ciranda."&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515337020183963509-6922521421809202801?l=diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/feeds/6922521421809202801/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515337020183963509&amp;postID=6922521421809202801' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/6922521421809202801'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/6922521421809202801'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/2008/12/22-de-novembro-de-1976.html' title='22 de Novembro de 1976'/><author><name>Marcos dos Santos Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219273903326197434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rkQ8t9WzbkQ/SKWV1YeUKZI/AAAAAAAAAlo/VUoKWifsLCk/S220/DSC06468.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515337020183963509.post-751358456566497765</id><published>2008-12-06T02:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T02:58:04.837-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Novembro de 1976'/><title type='text'>20 de Novembro de 1976</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Conversando comigo mesmo e me sentindo velho. Às vezes eu gostaria de ser cego para não ver tanto ódio no coração das pessoas. Nada para fazer durante o dia, eu olho o mundo lá fora, pela janela. Esses dias de chuva sempre conseguem me deixar desolado... Vendo a chuva correr nos olhos do tempo, a vida me leva através do dia. Caminhando ao redor, sem nada para fazer agora ou depois. Esses dias de chuva no fim de semana conseguem me deixar deprimido.&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/8515337020183963509-751358456566497765?l=diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/feeds/751358456566497765/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515337020183963509&amp;postID=751358456566497765' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/751358456566497765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/751358456566497765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/2008/12/20-de-novembro-de-1976.html' title='20 de Novembro de 1976'/><author><name>Marcos dos Santos Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219273903326197434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rkQ8t9WzbkQ/SKWV1YeUKZI/AAAAAAAAAlo/VUoKWifsLCk/S220/DSC06468.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515337020183963509.post-4332306820813764460</id><published>2008-12-06T02:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T02:54:15.883-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Novembro de 1976'/><title type='text'>19 de Novembro de 1976 (Dia da Bandeira)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hoje houve futebol na aula de Educação Física. Eu não aguentei e voltei para casa, mesmo sabendo que mais uma falta poderia me custar o ano.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Tivemos prova de Geografia, e como na maioria das vezes eu tirei "A".&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/8515337020183963509-4332306820813764460?l=diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/feeds/4332306820813764460/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515337020183963509&amp;postID=4332306820813764460' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/4332306820813764460'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/4332306820813764460'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/2008/12/19-de-novembro-de-1976-dia-da-bandeira.html' title='19 de Novembro de 1976 (Dia da Bandeira)'/><author><name>Marcos dos Santos Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219273903326197434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rkQ8t9WzbkQ/SKWV1YeUKZI/AAAAAAAAAlo/VUoKWifsLCk/S220/DSC06468.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515337020183963509.post-1677354106360422702</id><published>2008-12-06T02:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T02:46:02.559-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Novembro de 1976'/><title type='text'>18 de Novembro de 1976</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Dentro da minha cabeça eu sinto que há confusão, e ultimamente eu não tenho raciocinado direito... Estou contando os dias que faltam para a chegada das férias. Estou abatido pelo cansaço. Não pelo cansaço muscular ou corporal, mas sim pela fadiga mental.&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/8515337020183963509-1677354106360422702?l=diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/feeds/1677354106360422702/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515337020183963509&amp;postID=1677354106360422702' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/1677354106360422702'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/1677354106360422702'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/2008/12/18-de-novembro-de-1976.html' title='18 de Novembro de 1976'/><author><name>Marcos dos Santos Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219273903326197434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rkQ8t9WzbkQ/SKWV1YeUKZI/AAAAAAAAAlo/VUoKWifsLCk/S220/DSC06468.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515337020183963509.post-4835142091223461500</id><published>2008-12-06T02:23:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T02:25:22.255-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Novembro de 1976'/><title type='text'>17 de Novembro de 1976</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Às voltas com problemas novamente. A volta às aulas não foi lá muito boa como eu esperava, mas... enfim, é a vida! É a minha vida que está em jogo.&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/8515337020183963509-4835142091223461500?l=diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/feeds/4835142091223461500/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515337020183963509&amp;postID=4835142091223461500' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/4835142091223461500'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/4835142091223461500'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/2008/12/17-de-novembro-de-1976.html' title='17 de Novembro de 1976'/><author><name>Marcos dos Santos Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219273903326197434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rkQ8t9WzbkQ/SKWV1YeUKZI/AAAAAAAAAlo/VUoKWifsLCk/S220/DSC06468.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515337020183963509.post-6294825015483284221</id><published>2008-12-06T02:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T02:23:38.551-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Novembro de 1976'/><title type='text'>16 de Novembro de 1976</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Já descansei bastante. Amanhã volto às aulas. Meus pensamentos não estão todos em seus devidos lugares como deveriam estar, mas eu estou bem assim mesmo. Não quero me encucar sem razão nenhuma. Vou é ler histórias em quadrinhos prá me distrair de preocupações.&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/8515337020183963509-6294825015483284221?l=diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/feeds/6294825015483284221/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515337020183963509&amp;postID=6294825015483284221' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/6294825015483284221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/6294825015483284221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/2008/12/16-de-novembro-de-1976.html' title='16 de Novembro de 1976'/><author><name>Marcos dos Santos Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219273903326197434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rkQ8t9WzbkQ/SKWV1YeUKZI/AAAAAAAAAlo/VUoKWifsLCk/S220/DSC06468.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515337020183963509.post-2383315632427487990</id><published>2008-12-06T02:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-12-06T02:21:18.323-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Novembro de 1976'/><title type='text'>15 de Novembro de 1976 (Proclamação da República)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Estou aqui, parado em pleno meio da noite, pensando na vida... Não me importo nem em saber as horas!... São mais de três horas, isso é certo. Mas de que adianta saber as horas, se eu não tenho nenhum compromisso com o raiar do dia?&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/8515337020183963509-2383315632427487990?l=diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/feeds/2383315632427487990/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515337020183963509&amp;postID=2383315632427487990' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/2383315632427487990'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/2383315632427487990'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/2008/12/15-de-novembro-de-1976-proclamao-da.html' title='15 de Novembro de 1976 (Proclamação da República)'/><author><name>Marcos dos Santos Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219273903326197434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rkQ8t9WzbkQ/SKWV1YeUKZI/AAAAAAAAAlo/VUoKWifsLCk/S220/DSC06468.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515337020183963509.post-8425743914169748364</id><published>2008-11-19T04:21:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T04:22:52.919-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Novembro de 1976'/><title type='text'>14 de Novembro de 1976</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;12, 13, 14, 15  e 16 de Novembro sem aula. Esses dias vieram mesmo a calhar, bem que eu estava precisando.&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/8515337020183963509-8425743914169748364?l=diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/feeds/8425743914169748364/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515337020183963509&amp;postID=8425743914169748364' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/8425743914169748364'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/8425743914169748364'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/2008/11/14-de-novembro-de-1976.html' title='14 de Novembro de 1976'/><author><name>Marcos dos Santos Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219273903326197434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rkQ8t9WzbkQ/SKWV1YeUKZI/AAAAAAAAAlo/VUoKWifsLCk/S220/DSC06468.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515337020183963509.post-5876445653161289177</id><published>2008-11-19T04:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T04:20:49.308-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Novembro de 1976'/><title type='text'>13 de Novembro de 1976</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"É preferível que haja espinhos no seu jardim, pelo fato de haver rosas, do que não haver rosas para não haver espinhos."&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/8515337020183963509-5876445653161289177?l=diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/feeds/5876445653161289177/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515337020183963509&amp;postID=5876445653161289177' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/5876445653161289177'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/5876445653161289177'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/2008/11/13-de-novembro-de-1976.html' title='13 de Novembro de 1976'/><author><name>Marcos dos Santos Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219273903326197434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rkQ8t9WzbkQ/SKWV1YeUKZI/AAAAAAAAAlo/VUoKWifsLCk/S220/DSC06468.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515337020183963509.post-2689731160412747437</id><published>2008-11-19T04:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T04:19:37.570-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Novembro de 1976'/><title type='text'>12 de Novembro de 1976</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Fui a São Paulo com o meu pai. Na volta, ao invés de virmos de trem, viemos de ônibus. Um chofer alegre, falante, descontraído.&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/8515337020183963509-2689731160412747437?l=diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/feeds/2689731160412747437/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515337020183963509&amp;postID=2689731160412747437' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/2689731160412747437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/2689731160412747437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/2008/11/12-de-novembro-de-1976.html' title='12 de Novembro de 1976'/><author><name>Marcos dos Santos Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219273903326197434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rkQ8t9WzbkQ/SKWV1YeUKZI/AAAAAAAAAlo/VUoKWifsLCk/S220/DSC06468.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515337020183963509.post-6210992710638819168</id><published>2008-11-19T04:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T04:18:10.046-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Novembro de 1976'/><title type='text'>11 de Novembro de 1976</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Quem ama a rosa, suporta os espinhos."&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/8515337020183963509-6210992710638819168?l=diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/feeds/6210992710638819168/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515337020183963509&amp;postID=6210992710638819168' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/6210992710638819168'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/6210992710638819168'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/2008/11/11-de-novembro-de-1976.html' title='11 de Novembro de 1976'/><author><name>Marcos dos Santos Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219273903326197434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rkQ8t9WzbkQ/SKWV1YeUKZI/AAAAAAAAAlo/VUoKWifsLCk/S220/DSC06468.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515337020183963509.post-2473875010946558210</id><published>2008-11-19T04:13:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T04:16:50.958-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Novembro de 1976'/><title type='text'>10 de Novembro de 1976</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quanto mais a água do rio corre, mais ela arrasta o barco em direção à cachoeira. E eu me sinto como esse barco que está prestes a se auto-destruir.&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/8515337020183963509-2473875010946558210?l=diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/feeds/2473875010946558210/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515337020183963509&amp;postID=2473875010946558210' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/2473875010946558210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/2473875010946558210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/2008/11/10-de-novembro-de-1976.html' title='10 de Novembro de 1976'/><author><name>Marcos dos Santos Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219273903326197434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rkQ8t9WzbkQ/SKWV1YeUKZI/AAAAAAAAAlo/VUoKWifsLCk/S220/DSC06468.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515337020183963509.post-178531223068342642</id><published>2008-11-19T04:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T04:13:02.980-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Novembro de 1976'/><title type='text'>9 de Novembro de 1976</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O ano está no fim, e logo as aulas terminam...&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/8515337020183963509-178531223068342642?l=diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/feeds/178531223068342642/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515337020183963509&amp;postID=178531223068342642' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/178531223068342642'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/178531223068342642'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/2008/11/9-de-novembro-de-1976.html' title='9 de Novembro de 1976'/><author><name>Marcos dos Santos Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219273903326197434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rkQ8t9WzbkQ/SKWV1YeUKZI/AAAAAAAAAlo/VUoKWifsLCk/S220/DSC06468.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515337020183963509.post-5177132366655398339</id><published>2008-11-19T04:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T04:12:18.725-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Novembro de 1976'/><title type='text'>8 de Novembro de 1976</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Prova de Inglês hoje. Tirei B. O destino não quer permitir que eu e o Márcio sejamos amigos. Mas... eu não acredito no destino.&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/8515337020183963509-5177132366655398339?l=diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/feeds/5177132366655398339/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515337020183963509&amp;postID=5177132366655398339' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/5177132366655398339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/5177132366655398339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/2008/11/8-de-novembro-de-1976.html' title='8 de Novembro de 1976'/><author><name>Marcos dos Santos Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219273903326197434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rkQ8t9WzbkQ/SKWV1YeUKZI/AAAAAAAAAlo/VUoKWifsLCk/S220/DSC06468.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515337020183963509.post-5935601657324354657</id><published>2008-11-19T04:08:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T04:10:16.468-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Novembro de 1976'/><title type='text'>7 de Novembro de 1976</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não vejo a hora de chegarem as férias! Preciso ordenar os pensamentos e fazer uma limpeza geral na minha mente.&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/8515337020183963509-5935601657324354657?l=diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/feeds/5935601657324354657/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515337020183963509&amp;postID=5935601657324354657' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/5935601657324354657'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/5935601657324354657'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/2008/11/7-de-novembro-de-1976.html' title='7 de Novembro de 1976'/><author><name>Marcos dos Santos Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219273903326197434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rkQ8t9WzbkQ/SKWV1YeUKZI/AAAAAAAAAlo/VUoKWifsLCk/S220/DSC06468.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515337020183963509.post-1429636372797622519</id><published>2008-11-19T04:07:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T04:08:47.530-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Novembro de 1976'/><title type='text'>5 de Novembro de 1976</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;No interior da minha cabeça, rodas estão girando, e às vezes eu não sou lá tão sensato!&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/8515337020183963509-1429636372797622519?l=diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/feeds/1429636372797622519/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515337020183963509&amp;postID=1429636372797622519' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/1429636372797622519'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/1429636372797622519'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/2008/11/5-de-novembro-de-1976.html' title='5 de Novembro de 1976'/><author><name>Marcos dos Santos Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219273903326197434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rkQ8t9WzbkQ/SKWV1YeUKZI/AAAAAAAAAlo/VUoKWifsLCk/S220/DSC06468.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515337020183963509.post-315120972301609166</id><published>2008-11-19T04:04:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T04:07:21.429-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Novembro de 1976'/><title type='text'>4 de Novembro de 1976</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hoje, na escola, senti vontade de chorar. Sendo humilhdo por todos... Eu tenho suportado mais do que posso, ao vê-los destruindo os meus sonhos. Oh, Terra! Onde é que estou? Estou fechado nessa nave errante...&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/8515337020183963509-315120972301609166?l=diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/feeds/315120972301609166/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515337020183963509&amp;postID=315120972301609166' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/315120972301609166'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/315120972301609166'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/2008/11/4-de-novembro-de-1976.html' title='4 de Novembro de 1976'/><author><name>Marcos dos Santos Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219273903326197434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rkQ8t9WzbkQ/SKWV1YeUKZI/AAAAAAAAAlo/VUoKWifsLCk/S220/DSC06468.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515337020183963509.post-7123524656505730201</id><published>2008-11-19T03:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T04:02:42.739-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Novembro de 1976'/><title type='text'>3  de Novembro de 1976</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quarta-feira. A professora de Educação Musical mandou que todos estivessem na escola ao meio-dia. A minha aula de Educação Física terminaria às 11:00 hs, e não daria tempo de voltar para casa para almoçar. Resolvi esperar lá mesmo, na escola. Começei a dar voltas pelo pátio do colégio, ao menos assim o tempo pareceria passar mais depressa. De repente, passei em frente da classe da Dona Maria Regina, minha professora de Português, que pela manhã dá aula para o primário. Ela não havia vindo. Pensei comigo mesmo:- a primeira aula vai ser vaga. Eu não tinha almoçado ainda, resolvi "matar" a aula de Educação Musical e voltar para casa prá almoçar. Se eu voltasse de ônibus daria tempo ainda de pegar a segunda aula.&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/8515337020183963509-7123524656505730201?l=diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/feeds/7123524656505730201/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515337020183963509&amp;postID=7123524656505730201' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/7123524656505730201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/7123524656505730201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/2008/11/3-de-novembro-de-1976.html' title='3  de Novembro de 1976'/><author><name>Marcos dos Santos Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219273903326197434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rkQ8t9WzbkQ/SKWV1YeUKZI/AAAAAAAAAlo/VUoKWifsLCk/S220/DSC06468.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515337020183963509.post-6340169087223338973</id><published>2008-11-19T03:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T03:56:49.188-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outubro de 1976'/><title type='text'>31 de Outubro de 1976</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mais um mês que termina. Amanhã será dia primeiro de Novembro, dia de Todos os Santos. Depois vem finados. Dia 2 é feriado, mas dia primeiro haverá aula. Apesar disso, muita gente vai dar "gazeta" na aula, prá emendar os feriados. Eu não!...&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/8515337020183963509-6340169087223338973?l=diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/feeds/6340169087223338973/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515337020183963509&amp;postID=6340169087223338973' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/6340169087223338973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/6340169087223338973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/2008/11/31-de-outubro-de-1976.html' title='31 de Outubro de 1976'/><author><name>Marcos dos Santos Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219273903326197434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rkQ8t9WzbkQ/SKWV1YeUKZI/AAAAAAAAAlo/VUoKWifsLCk/S220/DSC06468.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515337020183963509.post-3143432725833960102</id><published>2008-11-19T03:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T03:54:33.887-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outubro de 1976'/><title type='text'>30 de Outubro de 1976</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"A loucura é a fuga do indivíduo quando o seu quociente de dor é superado em seu limite de suportação."&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/8515337020183963509-3143432725833960102?l=diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/feeds/3143432725833960102/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515337020183963509&amp;postID=3143432725833960102' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/3143432725833960102'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/3143432725833960102'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/2008/11/30-de-outubro-de-1976.html' title='30 de Outubro de 1976'/><author><name>Marcos dos Santos Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219273903326197434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rkQ8t9WzbkQ/SKWV1YeUKZI/AAAAAAAAAlo/VUoKWifsLCk/S220/DSC06468.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515337020183963509.post-3292083794201173073</id><published>2008-11-19T03:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T03:53:13.233-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outubro de 1976'/><title type='text'>29 de Outubro de 1976</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Escrevo na classe. A aula é de Ciências, e a professora não está com vontade de dar aula. Deixou os alunos sem fazer nada e ficou a fazer nada também. Eh, tempo que nunca passa!&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/8515337020183963509-3292083794201173073?l=diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/feeds/3292083794201173073/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515337020183963509&amp;postID=3292083794201173073' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/3292083794201173073'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/3292083794201173073'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/2008/11/29-de-outubro-de-1976.html' title='29 de Outubro de 1976'/><author><name>Marcos dos Santos Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219273903326197434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rkQ8t9WzbkQ/SKWV1YeUKZI/AAAAAAAAAlo/VUoKWifsLCk/S220/DSC06468.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515337020183963509.post-8135538343391695221</id><published>2008-11-19T03:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T03:51:28.626-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outubro de 1976'/><title type='text'>28 de Outubro de 1976</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não houve aula. É bom mesmo, porque eu não estava disposto a ir à escola.&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/8515337020183963509-8135538343391695221?l=diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/feeds/8135538343391695221/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515337020183963509&amp;postID=8135538343391695221' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/8135538343391695221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/8135538343391695221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/2008/11/28-de-outubro-de-1976.html' title='28 de Outubro de 1976'/><author><name>Marcos dos Santos Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219273903326197434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rkQ8t9WzbkQ/SKWV1YeUKZI/AAAAAAAAAlo/VUoKWifsLCk/S220/DSC06468.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515337020183963509.post-5033071695570103858</id><published>2008-11-19T03:46:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T03:50:15.785-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outubro de 1976'/><title type='text'>26 de Outubro de 1976</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meu pensamento anda meio embaralhado. Dentro da minha cabeça, rodas estão girando, e tudo parece se tornar cada vez mais translúcido. É como se eu tivesse acordado de um sonho e fosse viver em meio a um pesadelo! Eu não quero estar no topo do mundo, só quero um lugar ao sol, onde eu possa viver em harmonia com os outros e principalmente comigo mesmo. Será que é pedir muito? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quase oito horas da manhã. O mundo lá fora me chama e eu tenho que ir.&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/8515337020183963509-5033071695570103858?l=diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/feeds/5033071695570103858/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515337020183963509&amp;postID=5033071695570103858' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/5033071695570103858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/5033071695570103858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/2008/11/26-de-outubro-de-1976.html' title='26 de Outubro de 1976'/><author><name>Marcos dos Santos Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219273903326197434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rkQ8t9WzbkQ/SKWV1YeUKZI/AAAAAAAAAlo/VUoKWifsLCk/S220/DSC06468.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515337020183963509.post-6333439062904582405</id><published>2008-11-19T03:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T03:46:45.690-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outubro de 1976'/><title type='text'>25 de Outubro de 1976</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Matei" a última aula: Artes. Também, eu não aguentava mais ficar na escola. Hoje foi um dia "daqueles"!&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/8515337020183963509-6333439062904582405?l=diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/feeds/6333439062904582405/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515337020183963509&amp;postID=6333439062904582405' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/6333439062904582405'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/6333439062904582405'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/2008/11/25-de-outubro-de-1976.html' title='25 de Outubro de 1976'/><author><name>Marcos dos Santos Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219273903326197434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rkQ8t9WzbkQ/SKWV1YeUKZI/AAAAAAAAAlo/VUoKWifsLCk/S220/DSC06468.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515337020183963509.post-670445774463266413</id><published>2008-11-19T03:35:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T03:45:18.576-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outubro de 1976'/><title type='text'>24 de Outubro de 1976</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amizade é uma coisa que não se compra ou muito menos se pede. Ela tem que acontecer naturalmente. Eu já cansei de esperar deste mundo louco, que mal se importa com o que eu sinto. Acho que nasci para pertencer aos braços tristes da solidão. A menor de todas as esperanças que às vezes costuma nascer em mim, se desmancha no espaço, como fumaça. E igual à fumaça, desaparece, sem dizer por que veio... às vezes sinto vontade de chorar, mas não tenho lágrimas prá isso. Mas eu sinto por dentro, toda a tristeza de um mundo, que me faz ver com os olhos da realidade, coisas que eu nunca sonhei ver. Por isso me refugio no mundo dos sonhos. às vezes penso que gostaria de nunca ter nascido!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Como eu estava errado! Naquela época&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;eu vivia numa eterna busca, à procura&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;de um amigo (tal qual o Pequeno Príncipe&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;quando veio à Terra). Eu confiava na carne,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;e não no espírito, por isso nunca o encontrava.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sem saber que o meumelhor amigo, Cristo,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;estava ali do meu lado, sempre pronto para&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;estender a mão. Mas eu, na miha cegueira, e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;no meu fraco entendimento, a refutava.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Por isso sofria...&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/8515337020183963509-670445774463266413?l=diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/feeds/670445774463266413/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515337020183963509&amp;postID=670445774463266413' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/670445774463266413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/670445774463266413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/2008/11/24-de-outubro-de-1976.html' title='24 de Outubro de 1976'/><author><name>Marcos dos Santos Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219273903326197434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rkQ8t9WzbkQ/SKWV1YeUKZI/AAAAAAAAAlo/VUoKWifsLCk/S220/DSC06468.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515337020183963509.post-8082793673879812608</id><published>2008-11-19T03:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T03:35:26.651-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outubro de 1976'/><title type='text'>23 de Outubro de 1976</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Sábado. O ano está chegando ao fim; e logo, logo; chegarão as férias. Eu termino a sétima série e parto prá oitava. Notas para passar eu já tenho., pois estamos no terceiro bimestre e eu já consegui fechar em todas as matérias. Agora é só "maneirar" as faltas.&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/8515337020183963509-8082793673879812608?l=diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/feeds/8082793673879812608/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515337020183963509&amp;postID=8082793673879812608' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/8082793673879812608'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/8082793673879812608'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/2008/11/23-de-outubro-de-1976.html' title='23 de Outubro de 1976'/><author><name>Marcos dos Santos Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219273903326197434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rkQ8t9WzbkQ/SKWV1YeUKZI/AAAAAAAAAlo/VUoKWifsLCk/S220/DSC06468.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515337020183963509.post-651593368476747449</id><published>2008-11-19T03:30:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T03:33:14.749-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outubro de 1976'/><title type='text'>20 de Outubro de 1976</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A caminho da escola, fui conversando com o Márcio, pela estrada de ferro. Disse-me que vai mudar no final do ano, mas que apesar disso vai continuar estudando neste mesmo colégio. Isso quer dizer então, que vamos nos encontrar numa futura oitava série, pois provavelmente no ano que vem haverá apenas uma oitava série. É bom que seja uma só!&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/8515337020183963509-651593368476747449?l=diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/feeds/651593368476747449/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515337020183963509&amp;postID=651593368476747449' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/651593368476747449'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/651593368476747449'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/2008/11/20-de-outubro-de-1976.html' title='20 de Outubro de 1976'/><author><name>Marcos dos Santos Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219273903326197434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rkQ8t9WzbkQ/SKWV1YeUKZI/AAAAAAAAAlo/VUoKWifsLCk/S220/DSC06468.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515337020183963509.post-3762945224625764517</id><published>2008-11-19T03:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T03:29:59.231-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outubro de 1976'/><title type='text'>19 de Outubro de 1976</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Meu pai está passando mal no hospital onde foi internado há dias atrás. Espero que Deus o proteja, e o cure logo, prá que ele possa voltar para casa o mais breve possível.&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/8515337020183963509-3762945224625764517?l=diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/feeds/3762945224625764517/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515337020183963509&amp;postID=3762945224625764517' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/3762945224625764517'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/3762945224625764517'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/2008/11/19-de-outubro-de-1976.html' title='19 de Outubro de 1976'/><author><name>Marcos dos Santos Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219273903326197434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rkQ8t9WzbkQ/SKWV1YeUKZI/AAAAAAAAAlo/VUoKWifsLCk/S220/DSC06468.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515337020183963509.post-5302972871774449247</id><published>2008-11-19T03:27:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T03:28:06.527-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outubro de 1976'/><title type='text'>18 de Outubro de 1976</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Na escola, tudo como antes. Na hora do recreio, distanciei-me de todos, em busca de evasão.&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/8515337020183963509-5302972871774449247?l=diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/feeds/5302972871774449247/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515337020183963509&amp;postID=5302972871774449247' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/5302972871774449247'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/5302972871774449247'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/2008/11/18-de-outubro-de-1976.html' title='18 de Outubro de 1976'/><author><name>Marcos dos Santos Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219273903326197434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rkQ8t9WzbkQ/SKWV1YeUKZI/AAAAAAAAAlo/VUoKWifsLCk/S220/DSC06468.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515337020183963509.post-5093298488761274866</id><published>2008-11-19T03:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T03:26:54.447-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outubro de 1976'/><title type='text'>17 de Outubro de 1976</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Amanhã, terei que enfrentar a classe mais uma vez. Não sei o que fazer. Melhor esperar para ver o que vai acontecer. Preciso me igualar comigo mesmo para poder viver em paz.&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/8515337020183963509-5093298488761274866?l=diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/feeds/5093298488761274866/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515337020183963509&amp;postID=5093298488761274866' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/5093298488761274866'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/5093298488761274866'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/2008/11/17-de-outubro-de-1976.html' title='17 de Outubro de 1976'/><author><name>Marcos dos Santos Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219273903326197434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rkQ8t9WzbkQ/SKWV1YeUKZI/AAAAAAAAAlo/VUoKWifsLCk/S220/DSC06468.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515337020183963509.post-5980262981466654049</id><published>2008-11-19T03:22:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T03:24:01.492-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outubro de 1976'/><title type='text'>16 de Outubro de 1976</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O Roberto e a Marlene vieram aqui em casa. Eles vão mudar para cá na próxima semana.&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/8515337020183963509-5980262981466654049?l=diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/feeds/5980262981466654049/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515337020183963509&amp;postID=5980262981466654049' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/5980262981466654049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/5980262981466654049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/2008/11/16-de-outubro-de-1976.html' title='16 de Outubro de 1976'/><author><name>Marcos dos Santos Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219273903326197434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rkQ8t9WzbkQ/SKWV1YeUKZI/AAAAAAAAAlo/VUoKWifsLCk/S220/DSC06468.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515337020183963509.post-7257022968167987281</id><published>2008-11-19T02:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T02:31:01.811-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outubro de 1976'/><title type='text'>15 de Outubro de 1976</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nada como o tempo, para passar...&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/8515337020183963509-7257022968167987281?l=diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/feeds/7257022968167987281/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515337020183963509&amp;postID=7257022968167987281' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/7257022968167987281'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/7257022968167987281'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/2008/11/15-de-outubro-de-1976.html' title='15 de Outubro de 1976'/><author><name>Marcos dos Santos Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219273903326197434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rkQ8t9WzbkQ/SKWV1YeUKZI/AAAAAAAAAlo/VUoKWifsLCk/S220/DSC06468.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515337020183963509.post-1110193309816237437</id><published>2008-11-19T02:08:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T02:29:47.122-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outubro de 1976'/><title type='text'>14 de Outubro de 1976</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;É duro acordar no meio de um sonho e dar de cara  com a realidade. Daria tudo por um modo de esquecer... Daria tudo por meu mundo e nada mais...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;Nessas palavras, houve um&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;certo trocadilho de minha parte. Eu me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;referia a um mundo imaginário, que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt; eu criei nos meus 13 anos. Baseado nesse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;mundo, escrevi uma história entitulada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"O País dos Sonhos" que futuramente viria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;a se chamar "O País de Atus". Nele imperava&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;a fantasia e a imaginação. Seguindo, vem &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;a composição de Guilherme Arantes&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Meu Mundo e Nada Mais"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Quando eu fui ferido vi tudo mudar&lt;br /&gt;Das verdades que eu sabia&lt;br /&gt;Só sobraram restos e eu não esqueci&lt;br /&gt;Toda aquela paz que eu tinha&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu que tinha tudo hoje estou mudo, estou mudado&lt;br /&gt;À meia-noite, à meia luz, pensando&lt;br /&gt;Daria tudo por um modo de esquecer&lt;br /&gt;Eu queria tanto estar no escuro do meu quarto&lt;br /&gt;À meia-noite, à meia luz, sonhando&lt;br /&gt;Daria tudo por meu mundo e nada mais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não estou bem certo se ainda vou sorrir&lt;br /&gt;Sem um trago de amargura&lt;br /&gt;Como ser mais livre, como ser capaz&lt;br /&gt;De enxergar um novo dia&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu que tinha tudo hoje estou mudo, estou mudado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;À meia-noite, à meia luz, pensando&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daria tudo por um modo de esquecer&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu queria tanto estar no escuro do meu quarto&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;À meia-noite, à meia luz, sonhando&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Daria tudo por meu mundo e nada mais&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;( Guilherme Arantes)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;Q&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;...................................................................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Quanto ao problema que eu disse ontem que iria contar... Bem, outro dia eu falo a respeito!&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Tentei esforçar-me para ver do que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;se tratava, mas sinceramente não consegui.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;Creio que não era tão importante, pois não&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic; color: rgb(0, 0, 153);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 51, 255);"&gt;retomei o assunto posteriormente&lt;/span&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:verdana;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);font-family:verdana;" &gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;QuaQuanto )&lt;/strong&gt;&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/8515337020183963509-1110193309816237437?l=diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/feeds/1110193309816237437/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515337020183963509&amp;postID=1110193309816237437' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/1110193309816237437'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/1110193309816237437'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/2008/11/14-de-outubro-de-1976.html' title='14 de Outubro de 1976'/><author><name>Marcos dos Santos Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219273903326197434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rkQ8t9WzbkQ/SKWV1YeUKZI/AAAAAAAAAlo/VUoKWifsLCk/S220/DSC06468.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515337020183963509.post-3313043249679909909</id><published>2008-11-19T01:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T02:07:57.707-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outubro de 1976'/><title type='text'>13 de Outubro de 1976</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Faltei na escola, devido a um problema que eu não pude enfrentar. Estou Tentando fugir de uma coisa, que mais cedo ou mais tarde , terei que encarar de qualquer jeito! Amanhã eu conto a respeito desse problema.&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/8515337020183963509-3313043249679909909?l=diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/feeds/3313043249679909909/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515337020183963509&amp;postID=3313043249679909909' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/3313043249679909909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/3313043249679909909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/2008/11/13-de-outubro-de-1976.html' title='13 de Outubro de 1976'/><author><name>Marcos dos Santos Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219273903326197434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rkQ8t9WzbkQ/SKWV1YeUKZI/AAAAAAAAAlo/VUoKWifsLCk/S220/DSC06468.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515337020183963509.post-5992198712401489263</id><published>2008-11-19T01:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T01:52:47.394-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outubro de 1976'/><title type='text'>12 de Outubro de 1976 ( Dia da Criança )</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Não houve aula, por ser o dia da criança. Mas apesar disso, a presença dos alunos foi obrigatória para todos os alunos. Houve muitos jogos e muitas brincadeiras. Eu não participei de nada, como sempre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Minha mãe foi ao hospital visitar meu pai que está internado. Ele está sofrendo do coração ( e eu que peço tanto a Deus que zele pela saúde e pela vida dele...)&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/8515337020183963509-5992198712401489263?l=diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/feeds/5992198712401489263/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515337020183963509&amp;postID=5992198712401489263' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/5992198712401489263'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/5992198712401489263'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/2008/11/12-de-outubro-de-1976-dia-da-criana.html' title='12 de Outubro de 1976 ( Dia da Criança )'/><author><name>Marcos dos Santos Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219273903326197434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rkQ8t9WzbkQ/SKWV1YeUKZI/AAAAAAAAAlo/VUoKWifsLCk/S220/DSC06468.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515337020183963509.post-2123249137873752031</id><published>2008-11-19T01:42:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T01:43:18.639-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outubro de 1976'/><title type='text'>11 de Outubro de 1976</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;"Nos lugares onde a velhice é considerada um defeito, a juventude não será nenhum privilégio."&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/8515337020183963509-2123249137873752031?l=diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/feeds/2123249137873752031/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515337020183963509&amp;postID=2123249137873752031' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/2123249137873752031'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/2123249137873752031'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/2008/11/11-de-outubro-de-1976.html' title='11 de Outubro de 1976'/><author><name>Marcos dos Santos Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219273903326197434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rkQ8t9WzbkQ/SKWV1YeUKZI/AAAAAAAAAlo/VUoKWifsLCk/S220/DSC06468.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515337020183963509.post-689337283459019759</id><published>2008-11-19T01:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T01:42:20.944-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outubro de 1976'/><title type='text'>10 de Outubro de 1976</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Hoje, a Wanda, o Valter, o Doca e o Joel passaram o dia inteirinho aqui em casa.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu me senti meio constrangido com a presença de tanta gente&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;talvez porque eu não esteja acostumado a conviver com as pessoas.&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Isso é mau para mim, mas o que é que eu posso fazer? Não é que eu não queira ter amigos, pelo contrário, mas cresce uma insegurança ao meu redor que me impede de fazer o que eu quero.&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/8515337020183963509-689337283459019759?l=diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/feeds/689337283459019759/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515337020183963509&amp;postID=689337283459019759' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/689337283459019759'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/689337283459019759'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/2008/11/10-de-outubro-de-1976.html' title='10 de Outubro de 1976'/><author><name>Marcos dos Santos Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219273903326197434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rkQ8t9WzbkQ/SKWV1YeUKZI/AAAAAAAAAlo/VUoKWifsLCk/S220/DSC06468.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515337020183963509.post-7122283211673955757</id><published>2008-11-19T01:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T01:37:56.181-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outubro de 1976'/><title type='text'>9 de Outubro de 1976</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;O dia amanheceu chuvoso. Ainda bem que é sábado e eu não preciso ir à escola.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;.................................................................................................................................................................&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;São duas horas da madrugada. Parou de chover. O silêncio da noite parece me torturar. A única coisa que eu ouço é o tic-tac do relógio, seguido do barulho dos gatos sobre o telhado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515337020183963509-7122283211673955757?l=diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/feeds/7122283211673955757/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515337020183963509&amp;postID=7122283211673955757' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/7122283211673955757'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/7122283211673955757'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/2008/11/9-de-outubro-de-1976.html' title='9 de Outubro de 1976'/><author><name>Marcos dos Santos Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219273903326197434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rkQ8t9WzbkQ/SKWV1YeUKZI/AAAAAAAAAlo/VUoKWifsLCk/S220/DSC06468.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515337020183963509.post-692568962600781512</id><published>2008-11-19T01:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-19T01:44:07.264-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outubro de 1976'/><title type='text'>8 de Outubro de 1976</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Mais uma vez, futebol na aula de Educação Física. Outra desculpa não ia "colar".&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/8515337020183963509-692568962600781512?l=diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/feeds/692568962600781512/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515337020183963509&amp;postID=692568962600781512' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/692568962600781512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/692568962600781512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/feeds/8085535709758384939/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515337020183963509&amp;postID=8085535709758384939' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/8085535709758384939'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/8085535709758384939'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/2008/11/meu-dirio-clipe.html' title='Meu diário (Clipe)'/><author><name>Marcos dos Santos Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219273903326197434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rkQ8t9WzbkQ/SKWV1YeUKZI/AAAAAAAAAlo/VUoKWifsLCk/S220/DSC06468.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515337020183963509.post-8205724672833035670</id><published>2008-11-18T08:03:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T08:13:25.308-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outubro de 1976'/><title type='text'>7 de Outubro de 1976</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Pela primeira vez, escrevo em meu diário dentro da classe. A aula é vaga de Matemática. Todos estão lá fora, na quadra, brincando... Todos menos eu. Ainda há pouco o Lúcio disse que vai haver reunião do C.C.E na quinta aula. "Tô me lixando!"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ontem eu não participei da aula de Educação Física. Cheguei ao col[egio pela manhã, e percebi logo que ia haver futebol. Então eu disse ao professor que estava com dor de cabeça e enjôo no estômago.Pedi dispensa e ele me dispensou.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje teve aula de Matemática. Fiquei muito tempo na classe, sozinho. Tranquei a porta e sente na minha carteira. De vez em quando eu levantava e olhava de um lado para o outro. Olhava através da janela e via os "colegas" brincarem na quadra. Até a Margaret e a Maristela estavam jogando futebol com os garotos.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515337020183963509-8205724672833035670?l=diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/feeds/8205724672833035670/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515337020183963509&amp;postID=8205724672833035670' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/8205724672833035670'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/8205724672833035670'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/2008/11/7-de-outubro-de-1976.html' title='7 de Outubro de 1976'/><author><name>Marcos dos Santos Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219273903326197434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rkQ8t9WzbkQ/SKWV1YeUKZI/AAAAAAAAAlo/VUoKWifsLCk/S220/DSC06468.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515337020183963509.post-651490850135315994</id><published>2008-11-18T08:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T08:03:15.121-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outubro de 1976'/><title type='text'>6 de Outubro de 1976</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Na verdade o tempo não envelhece ninguém. Ele apenas torna o homem mais parecido consigo mesmo"&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515337020183963509-651490850135315994?l=diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/feeds/651490850135315994/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515337020183963509&amp;postID=651490850135315994' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/651490850135315994'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/651490850135315994'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/2008/11/6-de-outubro-de-1976.html' title='6 de Outubro de 1976'/><author><name>Marcos dos Santos Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219273903326197434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rkQ8t9WzbkQ/SKWV1YeUKZI/AAAAAAAAAlo/VUoKWifsLCk/S220/DSC06468.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515337020183963509.post-763955656653490703</id><published>2008-11-18T07:57:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T08:00:36.947-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outubro de 1976'/><title type='text'>5 de Outubro de 1976</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Encontrei o Celso a caminho da escola. Ele estava com um estilingue na mão, e me disse que o estilingue era para "matar" a professora! Hoje tivemos prova de Matemática. O Nilton foi o primeiro a entregar a prova, e o primeiro a sair da classe.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515337020183963509-763955656653490703?l=diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/feeds/763955656653490703/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515337020183963509&amp;postID=763955656653490703' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/763955656653490703'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/763955656653490703'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/2008/11/5-de-outubro-de-1976.html' title='5 de Outubro de 1976'/><author><name>Marcos dos Santos Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219273903326197434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rkQ8t9WzbkQ/SKWV1YeUKZI/AAAAAAAAAlo/VUoKWifsLCk/S220/DSC06468.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515337020183963509.post-1098245285800665730</id><published>2008-11-18T07:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T07:55:52.281-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outubro de 1976'/><title type='text'>4 de Outubro de 1976</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Viver é a arte de preencher os espaços vazios."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515337020183963509-1098245285800665730?l=diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/feeds/1098245285800665730/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515337020183963509&amp;postID=1098245285800665730' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/1098245285800665730'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/1098245285800665730'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/2008/11/4-de-outubro-de-1976.html' title='4 de Outubro de 1976'/><author><name>Marcos dos Santos Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219273903326197434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rkQ8t9WzbkQ/SKWV1YeUKZI/AAAAAAAAAlo/VUoKWifsLCk/S220/DSC06468.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515337020183963509.post-4767493157397301766</id><published>2008-11-18T07:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T07:55:12.440-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outubro de 1976'/><title type='text'>3 de Outubro de 1976</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"Vou contar para o mar que eu te amo. A chuva vai depois, contar para todo o mundo!..."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515337020183963509-4767493157397301766?l=diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/feeds/4767493157397301766/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515337020183963509&amp;postID=4767493157397301766' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/4767493157397301766'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/4767493157397301766'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/2008/11/3-de-outubro-de-1976.html' title='3 de Outubro de 1976'/><author><name>Marcos dos Santos Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219273903326197434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rkQ8t9WzbkQ/SKWV1YeUKZI/AAAAAAAAAlo/VUoKWifsLCk/S220/DSC06468.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515337020183963509.post-5310868015932759706</id><published>2008-11-18T07:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T07:54:18.546-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outubro de 1976'/><title type='text'>2 de Outubro de 1976</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sábado chuvoso e cheio de tédio. Tédio e desolação...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515337020183963509-5310868015932759706?l=diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/feeds/5310868015932759706/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515337020183963509&amp;postID=5310868015932759706' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/5310868015932759706'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/5310868015932759706'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/2008/11/2-de-outubro-de-1976.html' title='2 de Outubro de 1976'/><author><name>Marcos dos Santos Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219273903326197434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rkQ8t9WzbkQ/SKWV1YeUKZI/AAAAAAAAAlo/VUoKWifsLCk/S220/DSC06468.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515337020183963509.post-5443324820973469553</id><published>2008-11-18T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T07:50:32.740-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Outubro de 1976'/><title type='text'>1 de Outubro de 1976</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;São quase três horas da madrugada. A noite está perdida num silêncio enorme, que é quebrado somente pelo canto de uma coruja que canta ao longe...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515337020183963509-5443324820973469553?l=diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/feeds/5443324820973469553/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515337020183963509&amp;postID=5443324820973469553' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/5443324820973469553'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/5443324820973469553'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/2008/11/1-de-outubro-de-1976.html' title='1 de Outubro de 1976'/><author><name>Marcos dos Santos Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219273903326197434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rkQ8t9WzbkQ/SKWV1YeUKZI/AAAAAAAAAlo/VUoKWifsLCk/S220/DSC06468.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515337020183963509.post-1364285054052108329</id><published>2008-11-18T07:47:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T07:52:15.085-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Setembro de 1976'/><title type='text'>30 de Setembro de 1976</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Último dia do mês. Ando cheio de problemas prá resolver e não sei o que fazer. Mas esta é apenas uma fase da minha vida, e eu sei que vai passar. É só dar tempo ao tempo....&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;......................................................................................................................................&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amanhã é dia de entregar o trabalho de Educação Musical. Ninguém do meu grupo fez nada. Não sei como é que vai ser.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515337020183963509-1364285054052108329?l=diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/feeds/1364285054052108329/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515337020183963509&amp;postID=1364285054052108329' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/1364285054052108329'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/1364285054052108329'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/2008/11/30-de-setembro-de-1976.html' title='30 de Setembro de 1976'/><author><name>Marcos dos Santos Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219273903326197434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rkQ8t9WzbkQ/SKWV1YeUKZI/AAAAAAAAAlo/VUoKWifsLCk/S220/DSC06468.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515337020183963509.post-3476027718141211470</id><published>2008-11-18T07:46:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T07:46:56.718-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Setembro de 1976'/><title type='text'>29 de Setembro de 1976</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Depois de semanas de chuva, finalmente o sol resolveu "dar as caras."&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515337020183963509-3476027718141211470?l=diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/feeds/3476027718141211470/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515337020183963509&amp;postID=3476027718141211470' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/3476027718141211470'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/3476027718141211470'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/2008/11/29-de-setembro-de-1976.html' title='29 de Setembro de 1976'/><author><name>Marcos dos Santos Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219273903326197434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rkQ8t9WzbkQ/SKWV1YeUKZI/AAAAAAAAAlo/VUoKWifsLCk/S220/DSC06468.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515337020183963509.post-2371693762091252919</id><published>2008-11-18T07:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T07:46:12.341-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Setembro de 1976'/><title type='text'>28 de Setembro de 1976</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Não houve aula porque morreu um garoto do colégio.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515337020183963509-2371693762091252919?l=diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/feeds/2371693762091252919/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515337020183963509&amp;postID=2371693762091252919' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/2371693762091252919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/2371693762091252919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/2008/11/28-de-setembro-de-1976.html' title='28 de Setembro de 1976'/><author><name>Marcos dos Santos Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219273903326197434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rkQ8t9WzbkQ/SKWV1YeUKZI/AAAAAAAAAlo/VUoKWifsLCk/S220/DSC06468.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515337020183963509.post-5177038528840451950</id><published>2008-11-18T07:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T07:45:32.981-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Setembro de 1976'/><title type='text'>27 de Setembro de 1976</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Amanheceu chovendo. O dia inteiro choveu sem parar!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515337020183963509-5177038528840451950?l=diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/feeds/5177038528840451950/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515337020183963509&amp;postID=5177038528840451950' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/5177038528840451950'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/5177038528840451950'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/2008/11/27-de-setembro-de-1976.html' title='27 de Setembro de 1976'/><author><name>Marcos dos Santos Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219273903326197434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rkQ8t9WzbkQ/SKWV1YeUKZI/AAAAAAAAAlo/VUoKWifsLCk/S220/DSC06468.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515337020183963509.post-7843146051083093049</id><published>2008-11-18T07:43:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T07:44:35.261-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Setembro de 1976'/><title type='text'>26 de Setembro de 1976</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Domingo cinzento de frio e neblina. Tenho vários deveres de casa para fazer, mas estou abatido pela preguiça e pelo desânimo. Acho que vou deixar tudo para amanhã, afinal hoje é domingo!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515337020183963509-7843146051083093049?l=diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/feeds/7843146051083093049/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515337020183963509&amp;postID=7843146051083093049' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/7843146051083093049'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/7843146051083093049'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/2008/11/26-de-setembro-de-1976.html' title='26 de Setembro de 1976'/><author><name>Marcos dos Santos Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219273903326197434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rkQ8t9WzbkQ/SKWV1YeUKZI/AAAAAAAAAlo/VUoKWifsLCk/S220/DSC06468.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515337020183963509.post-1055838930662922221</id><published>2008-11-18T07:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T07:42:35.439-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Setembro de 1976'/><title type='text'>23 de Setembro de 1976 (Primavera)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu não gosto do mundo do jeito que ele é... Sinto-me rejeitado pelas pessoas e abandonado pelos amigos...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515337020183963509-1055838930662922221?l=diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/feeds/1055838930662922221/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515337020183963509&amp;postID=1055838930662922221' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/1055838930662922221'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/1055838930662922221'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/2008/11/23-de-setembro-de-1976-primavera.html' title='23 de Setembro de 1976 (Primavera)'/><author><name>Marcos dos Santos Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219273903326197434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rkQ8t9WzbkQ/SKWV1YeUKZI/AAAAAAAAAlo/VUoKWifsLCk/S220/DSC06468.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515337020183963509.post-4120431556162992841</id><published>2008-11-18T07:36:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T07:40:38.855-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Setembro de 1976'/><title type='text'>22 de Setembro de 1976</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Hoje, na classe, nós apresentamos o diálogo de inglês. Depois de apresentado o trabalho, o professor mandou que cada um de nós desse uma nota para o nosso grupo. Eu dei nota B. O Nilton deu B. O Júlio e o Valdemir também deram B. Então nós tínhamos 16 pontos para dividir entre nós. Aí foi aquela confusão!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;........................................................................................................................................&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;"O chão é a cama do mundo!"...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515337020183963509-4120431556162992841?l=diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com' alt='' 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src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rkQ8t9WzbkQ/SKWV1YeUKZI/AAAAAAAAAlo/VUoKWifsLCk/S220/DSC06468.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515337020183963509.post-7267847379164543317</id><published>2008-11-18T07:29:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T07:36:16.637-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Setembro de 1976'/><title type='text'>21 de Setembro de 1976</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;Hoje eu matei a primeira aula.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;O Fim Do Mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color:#ffffff;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Por que o sol vai sempre brilhar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Por que o mar apressa em recolher-se?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Você não sabe onde fica o fim do mundo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;É se você nunca mais me amar&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Por que os pássaros vão sempre cantar?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Por que as estrelas iluminam acima?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Não,você não sabe onde fica o fim do mundo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;que terminou quando eu perdi seu amor&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Eu acordo na manhã e eu quero saber&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;porque as coisas estão diferentes,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;mas agora não posso mais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Eu não posso compreender,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;não, eu não posso compreender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;como a vida vai do jeito que vai&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Por que meu coração vai sempre bater?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Por que os meus olhos choram?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Não,você não sabe onde fica o fim do mundo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Terminou quando você disse adeus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Não,você não sabe onde fica o fim do mundo?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000099;"&gt;Ele acabará quando disseres adeus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515337020183963509-7267847379164543317?l=diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/feeds/7267847379164543317/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515337020183963509&amp;postID=7267847379164543317' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/7267847379164543317'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/7267847379164543317'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/2008/11/21-de-setembro-de-1976.html' title='21 de Setembro de 1976'/><author><name>Marcos dos Santos Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219273903326197434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rkQ8t9WzbkQ/SKWV1YeUKZI/AAAAAAAAAlo/VUoKWifsLCk/S220/DSC06468.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515337020183963509.post-4408278606025158320</id><published>2008-11-18T07:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-18T07:29:29.404-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Setembro de 1976'/><title type='text'>20 de Setembro de 1976</title><content type='html'>&lt;strong&gt;"Então aqui eu estou &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;com os bolsos cheios de boas intenções&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas nenhuma delas&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Irá me confortar esta noite...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Eu estou quase certo de despertar&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;às 4:00 horas da manhã&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Sem alguém ao meu lado&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Que me traga alguma esperança,&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Mas eu estou bem!...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515337020183963509-4408278606025158320?l=diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/feeds/4408278606025158320/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515337020183963509&amp;postID=4408278606025158320' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/4408278606025158320'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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até o fim de todos esses lotes, e sento sobre o tronco de uma árvore cortada no chão. Talvez eu fosse capaz até mesmo de passar o resto da minha vida ali, pensando... Abaixo, a letra de uma música que conta parte da minha vida:&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;pre&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;The hardest thing I've ever done is keep believing&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;There's someone in this crazy world for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;The way that people come and go through temporary lives&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;My chance could come and I might never know&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;I used to say "No promises, let's keep it simple"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;But freedom only helps you say goodbye&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;It took a while for me to learn that nothing comes for free&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;The price I paid is high enough for me&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;*  I know I need to be in love&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;   I know I've wasted too much time &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;   I know I ask perfection of a quite imperfect world&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;   And fool enough to think that's what I'll find&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;+  So here I am with pockets full of good intentions&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;   But none of them will comfort me tonight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;   I'm wide awake at 4 a.m. without a friend in sight&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt;   I'm hanging on a hope but I'm all right&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; repeat *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; repeat +&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 51, 153);"&gt; repeat *&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/pre&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;p&gt; &lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt;A coisa mais difícil que fiz&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; É continuar a crer que existe alguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; Neste mundo maluco, para mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; Do modo como as pessoas vêm e vão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; Em vidas tão passageiras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; Minha oportunidade poderia surgir&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; E eu talvez nem soubesse&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; Eu costumava dizer: " sem promessas "&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; Vamos manter tudo bem simples&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; Mas a liberdade só lhe ajuda ...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; A dizer adeus&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; Levou algum tempo para eu aprender&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; Que nada se leva de graça&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; O preço que paguei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; É suficiente para mim&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; Refrão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; Sei que preciso amar alguém&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; Sei que desperdicei tempo demais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; Sei que estou exigindo perfeição&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; De um mundo por demais imperfeito&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; Sou tolo o suficiente&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; Para pensar que é o que encontrarei&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; Portanto, aqui estou com bolsos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; Cheios de boas intenções&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; Mas nenhuma delas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; Vai me consolar esta noite&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; Estou bem acordado às quatro da manhã&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; Sem um amigo à vista&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; Estou abandonado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; Mas está tudo bem comigo...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold; color: rgb(51, 0, 153);"&gt; Refrão&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right; font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;Segue-se nesse espaço, a letra&lt;br /&gt; em inglês da música "I need to be&lt;br /&gt;in love"&lt;/span&gt;  &lt;span style="font-weight: normal;"&gt;dos irmãos Carpenters.&lt;br /&gt;Naquela época eu era maluco&lt;br /&gt; por eles, cheguei até mesmo a&lt;br /&gt;comprar quase todos os seus discos.&lt;br /&gt; Foi uma "febre" que passou&lt;br /&gt;com o tempo&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/8515337020183963509-3463728291223193627?l=diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/feeds/3463728291223193627/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515337020183963509&amp;postID=3463728291223193627' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/3463728291223193627'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/3463728291223193627'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/2008/11/19-de-setembro-de-1976.html' title='19 de Setembro de 1976'/><author><name>Marcos dos Santos Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219273903326197434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rkQ8t9WzbkQ/SKWV1YeUKZI/AAAAAAAAAlo/VUoKWifsLCk/S220/DSC06468.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515337020183963509.post-5959781320511752782</id><published>2008-11-17T08:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-17T08:45:39.048-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Setembro de 1976'/><title type='text'>18 de Setembro de 1976</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Eu comecei a tomar ódio do Antônio Lúcio, a Margaret me causa antipatia, e a Maristela já me dá nojo. O Edson Shinoda me dá raiva, e o Paulinho parece que ficou indiferente comigo. Eu nunca fui muito com a cara do Valdemir, e enm nunca fui muito achegado ao Nilton. A Ana e a Tieco são duas meninas tímidas e caladas, que raramente me dirigem a palavra. O Manoel e o Edson podem não ser muito meus amigos, mas também não os tenho por inimigos. Gosto do Lúcio e do Silvio. Da Terezinha e da Elizabeth também.&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/8515337020183963509-5959781320511752782?l=diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/feeds/5959781320511752782/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515337020183963509&amp;postID=5959781320511752782' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/5959781320511752782'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/5959781320511752782'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/2008/11/18-de-setembro-de-1976.html' title='18 de Setembro de 1976'/><author><name>Marcos dos Santos Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219273903326197434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rkQ8t9WzbkQ/SKWV1YeUKZI/AAAAAAAAAlo/VUoKWifsLCk/S220/DSC06468.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515337020183963509.post-8961217125559268086</id><published>2008-11-08T01:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T18:03:30.935-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Setembro de 1976'/><title type='text'>17 de Setembro de 1976</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;font-size:100%;" &gt;Finalmente , o fim de semana! Vou aproveitar amanhã e depois, para por os pensamentos em ordem.&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/8515337020183963509-8961217125559268086?l=diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/feeds/8961217125559268086/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515337020183963509&amp;postID=8961217125559268086' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/8961217125559268086'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/8961217125559268086'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/2008/11/17-de-setembro-de-1976.html' title='17 de Setembro de 1976'/><author><name>Marcos dos Santos Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219273903326197434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rkQ8t9WzbkQ/SKWV1YeUKZI/AAAAAAAAAlo/VUoKWifsLCk/S220/DSC06468.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515337020183963509.post-1960829533055487184</id><published>2008-11-08T01:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T18:06:18.717-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Setembro de 1976'/><title type='text'>16 de Setembro de 1976</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Agora mais esta! Terei que escrever uma peça em inglês, ensaiar, e apresentá-la na segunda-feira. Vai ser nota de bimestre, e eu preciso caprichar. O meu grupo é formado pelo Júlio, pelo Nilton, pelo Valdemir e por mim. Prá mim será fácil decorar os diálogos, mas só quero ver como é que eles vão se arranjar...&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/8515337020183963509-1960829533055487184?l=diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/feeds/1960829533055487184/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515337020183963509&amp;postID=1960829533055487184' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/1960829533055487184'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/1960829533055487184'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/2008/11/16-de-setembro-de-1976.html' title='16 de Setembro de 1976'/><author><name>Marcos dos Santos Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219273903326197434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rkQ8t9WzbkQ/SKWV1YeUKZI/AAAAAAAAAlo/VUoKWifsLCk/S220/DSC06468.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515337020183963509.post-5295371522919435154</id><published>2008-11-08T01:18:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T18:06:46.056-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Setembro de 1976'/><title type='text'>15 de Setembro de 1976</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Como fui escolhido para ser o líder da classe, ontem pela primeira vez tive que conversar com a classe, a respeito de uma festa que foi planejada pelo C.C.E (Centro Cívico Escolar), para o dia dos professores... Pensei que o Lúcio iria me ajudar, mas ele me mandou ir à frente e permaneceu sentado. Na hora eu senti raiva dele, mas agora já passou. E eu, tive que enfrentar a classe sozinho.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: right;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;O Antonio Lúcio era o Vice-Líder,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;por isso eu achei que ele deveria&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(51, 102, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;ter me ajudado a falar com a classe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515337020183963509-5295371522919435154?l=diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/feeds/5295371522919435154/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515337020183963509&amp;postID=5295371522919435154' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/5295371522919435154'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/5295371522919435154'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/2008/11/15-de-setembro-de-1976.html' title='15 de Setembro de 1976'/><author><name>Marcos dos Santos Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219273903326197434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rkQ8t9WzbkQ/SKWV1YeUKZI/AAAAAAAAAlo/VUoKWifsLCk/S220/DSC06468.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515337020183963509.post-3966175162015508579</id><published>2008-11-08T01:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T18:13:57.430-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Setembro de 1976'/><title type='text'>14 de Setembro de 1976</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Chove sem parar. Dá até desânimo de ir à escola.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515337020183963509-3966175162015508579?l=diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/feeds/3966175162015508579/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515337020183963509&amp;postID=3966175162015508579' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/3966175162015508579'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/3966175162015508579'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/2008/11/14-de-setembro-de-1976.html' title='14 de Setembro de 1976'/><author><name>Marcos dos Santos Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219273903326197434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rkQ8t9WzbkQ/SKWV1YeUKZI/AAAAAAAAAlo/VUoKWifsLCk/S220/DSC06468.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515337020183963509.post-9174828358475190406</id><published>2008-11-08T01:12:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T18:14:30.463-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Setembro de 1976'/><title type='text'>13 de Setembro de 1976</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;À respeito do jogo de sexta-feira, ninguém disse nada. O meu time perdeu, e eu acho que ninguém notou a minha falta.&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/8515337020183963509-9174828358475190406?l=diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/feeds/9174828358475190406/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515337020183963509&amp;postID=9174828358475190406' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/9174828358475190406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/9174828358475190406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/2008/11/13-de-setembro-de-1976.html' title='13 de Setembro de 1976'/><author><name>Marcos dos Santos Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219273903326197434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rkQ8t9WzbkQ/SKWV1YeUKZI/AAAAAAAAAlo/VUoKWifsLCk/S220/DSC06468.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515337020183963509.post-1737176647905338678</id><published>2008-11-08T01:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T18:14:59.777-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Setembro de 1976'/><title type='text'>12 de Setembro de 1976</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Domingo de chuva... Chuva e mais chuva!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515337020183963509-1737176647905338678?l=diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/feeds/1737176647905338678/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515337020183963509&amp;postID=1737176647905338678' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/1737176647905338678'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/1737176647905338678'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/2008/11/12-de-setembro-de-1976.html' title='12 de Setembro de 1976'/><author><name>Marcos dos Santos Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219273903326197434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rkQ8t9WzbkQ/SKWV1YeUKZI/AAAAAAAAAlo/VUoKWifsLCk/S220/DSC06468.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515337020183963509.post-2117121271547321125</id><published>2008-10-28T14:47:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T18:15:27.657-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Setembro de 1976'/><title type='text'>10 de Setembro de 1976</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" align="justify"&gt;O jogo foi realizado hoje, às tres horas. Só que eu não estava lá. "Matei" as duas últimas aulas. O medo foi maior que a razão... Talvez eu até seja suspenso por isso, mas não me importo. O que não podia acontecer, era eu ficar ali e me humilhar na frente do colégio inteiro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu nuca fui bom de bola. Primeiro, que&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" align="right"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;eu nunca gostei de futebol, e segundo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;eu&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;era um verdadeiro "desastre" no meio do&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;campo! Daí a minha aversão toda ao es-&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;porte. A verdade é que eu tinha medo,&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;eu tinha muito medo da bola...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;u&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" align="justify"&gt;Hoje pela manhã, na aula de Educação Física, também houve futebol. O Lúcio dise que "não dava pé" continuar o jogo, pois a turma não colaborava... E disse mais:- disse que eu não estava fazendo nada por eles e nem pelo jogo. Aquilo me machucou muito, mas eu não senti nem um pouco de raiva dele. Afinal, o que ele disse não deixava de ser verdade, e eu sei que ele não leva a mal...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.....&lt;/span&gt;...................................................................&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;A segunda aula foi vaga. Todos saíram da classe, até eu. Somente o Antonio Lúcio ficou lá sentado na carteira, escrevendo... Eu fiquei perambulando ao redor do colégio, e passei várias vezes na porta da minha classe. E toda vez que eu passava pela porta, pensava comigo mesmo: "O que será que o Lúcio anda escrevendo?"&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" align="justify"&gt;Sentei em minha carteira, e comecei a escrever também. Dali há pouco o Lúcio veio até mim, e me pediu para ler o que ele havia escrito (da maneira que eu via as palavras). Eram mais ou menos umas sete ou oito linhas escritas em forma de poema. Ele me disse que não eram se sua autoria, mas eu sei que eram. Puxa! Aquele cara é um gênio! Eu só queria lembrar de todos aqueles versos para trancrevê-los em meu diário.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="right"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(102, 102, 204);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;b&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/8515337020183963509-2117121271547321125?l=diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/feeds/2117121271547321125/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515337020183963509&amp;postID=2117121271547321125' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/2117121271547321125'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/2117121271547321125'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/2008/10/10-de-setembro-de-1976.html' title='10 de Setembro de 1976'/><author><name>Marcos dos Santos Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219273903326197434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rkQ8t9WzbkQ/SKWV1YeUKZI/AAAAAAAAAlo/VUoKWifsLCk/S220/DSC06468.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515337020183963509.post-6142453228824281366</id><published>2008-10-28T14:33:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T18:16:52.662-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Setembro de 1976'/><title type='text'>9 de Setembro de 1976</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255); font-weight: bold;"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" align="justify"&gt;Não houve jogo ontem, pois o tempo não ajudou. Foi mais uma vez adiado, desta vez prá amanhã. Não importa, mais cedo ou mais tarde, terei que enfrentar a turma mesmo!...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515337020183963509-6142453228824281366?l=diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/feeds/6142453228824281366/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515337020183963509&amp;postID=6142453228824281366' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/6142453228824281366'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/6142453228824281366'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/2008/10/9-de-setembro-de-1976.html' title='9 de Setembro de 1976'/><author><name>Marcos dos Santos Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219273903326197434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rkQ8t9WzbkQ/SKWV1YeUKZI/AAAAAAAAAlo/VUoKWifsLCk/S220/DSC06468.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515337020183963509.post-3022032964360554158</id><published>2008-10-28T14:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T18:16:17.672-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Setembro de 1976'/><title type='text'>8 de Setembro de 1976</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" align="justify"&gt;Cinco e meia da manhã. A chuva não parou de cair até agora. Tomara que chova o dia inteiro! Hoje eu terei que jogar futebol depois do recreio, se o tempo ajudar... O jogo era para ter sido realizado dia seis, segunda feira, mas foi adiado prá hoje, em virtude do mau tempo que fazia naquele dia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515337020183963509-3022032964360554158?l=diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/feeds/3022032964360554158/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515337020183963509&amp;postID=3022032964360554158' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/3022032964360554158'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/3022032964360554158'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/2008/10/8-de-setembro-de-1976.html' title='8 de Setembro de 1976'/><author><name>Marcos dos Santos Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219273903326197434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rkQ8t9WzbkQ/SKWV1YeUKZI/AAAAAAAAAlo/VUoKWifsLCk/S220/DSC06468.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515337020183963509.post-7703342125030591406</id><published>2008-10-28T14:18:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T18:13:04.651-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Setembro de 1976'/><title type='text'>7 de Setembro de 1976                                      (Independência do Brasil)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" align="justify"&gt;Feriado Nacional. A chuva que começou no domingo ainda continua a cair. Minha obrigação era estar na escola às 8:30 da manhã, para assistir às comemorações do dia 7 de Setembro; mas como chovia muito e fazia frio, eu resolvi faltar. Mais tarde, acabei me arrependendo de não ter ido à escola, apesar da chuva.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A coisa mais difícil que fiz&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É continuar a crer que existe alguém&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Neste mundo maluco, para mim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Do modo como as pessoas vêm e vão&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Em vidas tão passageiras&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Minha oportunidade poderia surgir&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;E eu talvez nem soubesse&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Eu costumava dizer: " sem promessas &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;"Vamos manter tudo bem simples&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas a liberdade só lhe ajuda ...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A dizer adeus&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Levou algum tempo para eu aprender&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Que nada se leva de graça&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;O preço que paguei&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;É suficiente para mim&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Refrão&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sei que preciso amar alguém&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sei que desperdicei tempo demais&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sei que estou exigindo perfeição&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;De um mundo por demais imperfeito&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sou tolo o suficiente&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Para pensar que é o que encontrarei&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;&lt;em&gt;.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Portanto, aqui estou com bolsos &lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Cheios de boas intenções&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas nenhuma delas&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Vai me consolar esta noite&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Estou bem acordado às quatro da manhã&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sem um amigo à vista&lt;br /&gt;Estou abandonado&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" align="justify"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Mas está tudo bem comigo...&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8515337020183963509-7703342125030591406?l=diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/feeds/7703342125030591406/comments/default' title='Postar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=8515337020183963509&amp;postID=7703342125030591406' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/7703342125030591406'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8515337020183963509/posts/default/7703342125030591406'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://diariodemarcospires.blogspot.com/2008/10/7-de-setembro-de-1976-independncia-do.html' title='7 de Setembro de 1976                                      (Independência do Brasil)'/><author><name>Marcos dos Santos Pires</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10219273903326197434</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='24' src='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_rkQ8t9WzbkQ/SKWV1YeUKZI/AAAAAAAAAlo/VUoKWifsLCk/S220/DSC06468.JPG'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8515337020183963509.post-3064064074556552498</id><published>2008-10-28T13:43:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2008-11-16T18:04:07.973-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Setembro de 1976'/><title type='text'>5 de Setembro de 1976</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Lá fora a chuva cai fria como o gelo. A neblina se tornou cada vez mais densa e a noite cada vez mais fria. Amanhã é segunda, e lá vou eu mais uma vez, começar tudo de novo!...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;object width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/VTS9jfCI3Ug&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1"&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/VTS9jfCI3Ug&amp;amp;hl=pt-br&amp;amp;fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="344"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;I HAVE YOU (The Carpenters)&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I have always been a dreamer&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Followed visions of my own&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I was born to belong&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;To the lines of a song&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And make then my home&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I believe in happy endings&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Though I've only known a few&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;For as rare as they are&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Like a bright falling star&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;I found one in you&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(255, 255, 255);"&gt;m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Sometimes&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;All the world can seem soFriendless&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the road ahead soEndless&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" align="center"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;And the dream so far away&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-weight: bold;" 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