tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-63417947328072321482011-11-27T15:48:53.471-08:00Pedro Hutsch Balbonihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14455010515111242481noreply@blogger.comBlogger231100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6341794732807232148.post-55975201537522196562008-12-23T12:25:00.000-08:002008-12-23T12:26:44.749-08:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">O sino avisa</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">O riso sinaliza</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">O vento vira brisa</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">O natal anuncia-se</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6341794732807232148-5597520153752219656?l=sercircunstancia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pedro Hutsch Balbonihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14455010515111242481noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6341794732807232148.post-89097576794731557282008-12-23T12:22:00.000-08:002008-12-23T12:25:10.559-08:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Luzes piscam incansáveis</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">mas não é por queda de energia.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Os sinos insistem em tocar</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">mas para espalhar a alegria.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">As lojas que você frequenta</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">nunca estão vazias.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Mas você, em meio a essa bagunça,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">vê apenas a parte boa do dia.</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span> </div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Na tal data é assim.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6341794732807232148-8909757679473155728?l=sercircunstancia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pedro Hutsch Balbonihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14455010515111242481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6341794732807232148.post-80745775769747490212008-12-18T09:19:00.001-08:002008-12-18T09:19:57.684-08:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Estou sussurrando</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Mas é secredo</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6341794732807232148-8074577576974749021?l=sercircunstancia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pedro Hutsch Balbonihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14455010515111242481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6341794732807232148.post-17523662093202327052008-12-15T09:48:00.000-08:002008-12-16T08:31:07.567-08:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Cinco comentários</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Cínicos</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Clínicos comentaram</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Cívicos</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Cilivilizados completaram</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Militantemente</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">O fonema do ataque</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Precede a violência</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">E sempre sucede em vazio</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Vai</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">E prova a força tua ciência</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Cíclica</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6341794732807232148-1752366209320232705?l=sercircunstancia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pedro Hutsch Balbonihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14455010515111242481noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6341794732807232148.post-33593821054970566582008-12-12T05:14:00.000-08:002008-12-12T05:17:14.260-08:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Eu não vi</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Nem todos vêem</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Mas todos voltam</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Todos voltam a não ver</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6341794732807232148-3359382105497056658?l=sercircunstancia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pedro Hutsch Balbonihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14455010515111242481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6341794732807232148.post-42532095869148779072008-12-08T03:39:00.000-08:002008-12-08T03:42:28.325-08:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Basta seguir nossas vidas abaladas<br />Com uma boa dose de Culpa-Livre</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6341794732807232148-4253209586914877907?l=sercircunstancia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pedro Hutsch Balbonihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14455010515111242481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6341794732807232148.post-81084087255890254072008-12-04T20:41:00.000-08:002008-12-04T20:44:36.444-08:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Vão! Vão!<br />Salve-se quem precisar!</span></div><span style="font-family:verdana;"><div align="center"><br />- Tentei avisá-los dos espaços entre os espaços -<br /><br />Dos ralos, dos poros, dos vils e dos vãos<br />Mas foi tudo<br />Foi tudo em vão</div><div align="center"> </div><div align="center"></span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6341794732807232148-8108408725589025407?l=sercircunstancia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pedro Hutsch Balbonihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14455010515111242481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6341794732807232148.post-68550786398232480532008-12-03T06:09:00.000-08:002008-12-03T06:10:10.239-08:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">O vôo de meu avô<br />Se misturou com a voz de minha avó<br />E eu sempre fui um neto avoado</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6341794732807232148-6855078639823248053?l=sercircunstancia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pedro Hutsch Balbonihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14455010515111242481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6341794732807232148.post-88417305020686411132008-10-27T18:55:00.000-07:002008-10-27T18:56:06.565-07:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Ele era muito carinhoso,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">mas a carência era muito maior.</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6341794732807232148-8841730502068641113?l=sercircunstancia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pedro Hutsch Balbonihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14455010515111242481noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6341794732807232148.post-78657002553343827782008-10-19T12:48:00.000-07:002008-10-19T12:50:26.268-07:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Será que acordo?<br />Será que discordo?<br />Ou será que entro num acordo?</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6341794732807232148-7865700255334382778?l=sercircunstancia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pedro Hutsch Balbonihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14455010515111242481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6341794732807232148.post-51324787861462860632008-10-16T18:07:00.000-07:002008-10-16T18:12:00.989-07:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Do outro lado do mundo,</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Tudo está de cabeça para baixo</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Tentei entender o oriente</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Mas me calei com um quiche</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Descobri depois de várias viagens</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Que hashi não é haxixe</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6341794732807232148-5132478786146286063?l=sercircunstancia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pedro Hutsch Balbonihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14455010515111242481noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6341794732807232148.post-68361861670005404162008-10-15T19:45:00.000-07:002008-10-15T19:49:35.281-07:00<span style="font-family:verdana;">Fornicaria com você por toda a eternidade, amor<br /> Mas estamos no tempo do microondas</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6341794732807232148-6836186167000540416?l=sercircunstancia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pedro Hutsch Balbonihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14455010515111242481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6341794732807232148.post-72627616960153499692008-10-10T11:46:00.000-07:002008-10-16T05:37:12.711-07:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Encontrar no velho o novo</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">No igual o diferente</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">A diferença de quem enxerga o que gosta</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Está no olhar e não em uma resposta</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6341794732807232148-7262761696015349969?l=sercircunstancia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pedro Hutsch Balbonihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14455010515111242481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6341794732807232148.post-91255589265056350322008-10-02T04:22:00.001-07:002008-10-02T04:22:32.098-07:00<span style="font-family:verdana;">Na cidade escura<br />caminham as penumbras<br />Vestígios da civilização<br />envoltos na escuridão<br />No meio dessas trevas<br />o trovador se entrega<br /><br />E quem não se entrega?</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6341794732807232148-9125558926505635032?l=sercircunstancia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pedro Hutsch Balbonihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14455010515111242481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6341794732807232148.post-44457829980703214182008-09-22T19:58:00.000-07:002008-09-22T20:06:56.086-07:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Meu pai sempre disse </span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">"Deves prestar atenção<br />Se é a pessoa usa a droga ou se é a droga que usa a pessoa”<br />Um dia li as entrelinhas e percebi<br />Que usar ou ser usado<br />É sempre uma droga</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6341794732807232148-4445782998070321418?l=sercircunstancia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pedro Hutsch Balbonihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14455010515111242481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6341794732807232148.post-40240126952435807082008-09-19T15:17:00.000-07:002008-09-19T15:20:13.660-07:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">O terror dos .com não são os br<br />O terror dos .com é mais que html<br />Não há .org que organize a rede<br />Não há .gov que governe a rede<br />Você entra e escolhe o que quer acessar<br />Com zero ou três w´s<br />Ou em blogs revolucionários</span></div><div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;"><br />O terror dos .com é um ponto final que nos impeça de navegar</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6341794732807232148-4024012695243580708?l=sercircunstancia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pedro Hutsch Balbonihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14455010515111242481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6341794732807232148.post-47498900785720695732008-09-11T12:53:00.000-07:002008-09-11T12:57:54.398-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">Vamos dançar um tango argentino, amor<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">Agora que saímos do mercado-teste</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">Somos turistas no supermercado</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">Celebridades nas vitrines, morte aos assassinos</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">Nos fizeram acreditar</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">A nossa moldura sem enquadramento</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">Será o quadro do próximo movimento</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;"><br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">O fim virou meio. Quando foi que isso começou?</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6341794732807232148-4749890078572069573?l=sercircunstancia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pedro Hutsch Balbonihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14455010515111242481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6341794732807232148.post-8336710340645708482008-09-10T08:23:00.000-07:002008-09-10T08:24:54.029-07:00<span style="font-family:verdana;">Sempre fui sujeito direto<br />Mas de predicado oculto<br /> Composto<br /> Indeterminado<br />Objeto simples, apostos nominais<br />Bom de frase mas ruim de verbo<br />Cheio de crases, saudoso com o pretérito<br />À procura de coesão e coerência<br />Que explique as reticências</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6341794732807232148-833671034064570848?l=sercircunstancia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pedro Hutsch Balbonihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14455010515111242481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6341794732807232148.post-59838350643276614002008-09-09T13:42:00.000-07:002008-09-09T13:46:54.407-07:00<div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">Dizem que no nosso país<br /></span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">Não há união</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">Que somos uma bagunça</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">De interesses desconexos</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">Mas acho engraçado</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">Pois vejo políticos </span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">Confraternizando</span></div><div style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: verdana;">Com o crime organizado</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6341794732807232148-5983835064327661400?l=sercircunstancia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pedro Hutsch Balbonihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14455010515111242481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6341794732807232148.post-66431505600336399452008-09-08T02:11:00.000-07:002008-09-08T02:13:30.217-07:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Verde de vergonha,<br /> ela saiu da mesa<br />Como reclamar de alguém tão doce?<br />Não dá nem para ficar amargurado<br /> com o prato sem sal<br />Saí azedo,<br /> mas mais maduro</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6341794732807232148-6643150560033639945?l=sercircunstancia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pedro Hutsch Balbonihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14455010515111242481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6341794732807232148.post-65347264988636448812008-09-05T04:50:00.000-07:002008-09-05T04:51:41.311-07:00<div align="left"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Havia um indivíduo<br />Havia dois<br />Havia três<br />Mas o avião caiu e dividiu todos<br />Numa viagem nada cortês</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6341794732807232148-6534726498863644881?l=sercircunstancia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pedro Hutsch Balbonihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14455010515111242481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6341794732807232148.post-34468818626464650762008-09-04T04:29:00.000-07:002008-09-04T04:33:19.605-07:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Texto em caixa alta<br />Texto em caixa baixa<br />Texto em caixa forte<br />Fazendo da palavra<br />Coisa rara</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6341794732807232148-3446881862646465076?l=sercircunstancia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pedro Hutsch Balbonihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14455010515111242481noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6341794732807232148.post-16328057455193265932008-09-03T19:24:00.000-07:002008-09-03T19:36:35.093-07:00<div align="center"><span style="font-family:verdana;">Um poeta é alguém que diz<br />A coisa certa<br />Na hora certa<br />E para a pessoa certa;<br />Suas palavras<br />Seus dizeres<br />No entanto<br />Se imortalizam<br /><br />Ser discrepância</span></div><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/6341794732807232148-1632805745519326593?l=sercircunstancia.blogspot.com' alt='' /></div>Pedro Hutsch Balbonihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14455010515111242481noreply@blogger.com0