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Flash Player 10 Is Live

The release version of Flash Player 10 is Out There and available for download. Hopefully, it will Be available soon from your favorite automated update repository adjuntos Such Management Should resolve package dependencies Needed for the new Flash Player 10.

Well, that's really all i have to say at the moment. Release announcements for final Player versions Are always a tad anticlimactic Since We Have Already been doing beta and prerelease work for months. Though it Should Be Noted That the Linux download page now hosts. Deb packages in Addition to. Tar.gz and. Rpm.

From: http://blogs.adobe.com/penguin.swf/2008/10/flash_player_10_is_live.html

, yeah!

can say that for now is for 32 bits ...

Science Project What Paper Towel Is More Durable?

not save yourself - Mario Benedetti


Film: The dark side of the heart ( 1992)

three poets, three in Latin America:
Daniel Viglietti, Silvio Rodríguez and Mario Benedetti

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Tactics and Strategy

My tactic is

look you're learning how
love you as you are.

My tactic is

talk and listen
build with words an indestructible bridge
.


My tactic is to stay in your memory
not know how or
know what pretext
but stay in you.

My tactic is

be honest and know that you're free
and we do not sell drills

for the two
not
curtain or depths.

My strategy is
instead
deeper and
simple.


My strategy is that one day
not know how or
know what pretext
finally need me.

Diagram Of A Small Boat

distant Dulzura



"His last three albums Viveza, Bardo and Ninety have won public recognition of Uruguay and Argentina, and consolidate it as an artist and cultural icon of the identity of the Rio de la Plata .
Moving seamlessly between different genres, FERNANDO CABRERA is town and country, folk and rock, blood and nectar. "

Read more on his website on MySpace


prolific musician, co-worker of Uruguayan culture ,
friend of good advice, helped me see where I was going with my work.
You see, finally was collective work, but not music.

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We missed

We missed the sea, the waves, the instant
We missed the contemplation of the tears and the laughter of children
We missed the sun falling on the horizon and the face of a slippery moon at night.
We lost again to step on the wet ground.
We missed falling into the depths of madness
We missed the freedom of going naked in the forest.
We missed the snow warm August 1 and the desert aimlessly.
We missed the color of other races and speech other men

AND die buried by the daily dust residues
eyes blinded us.

Poem Andrea Bernal - (Salamanca, Spain)
can enjoy more of his creations on his blog " If on a winter evening a traveler "

Portrait: Pablo Picasso - Portrait de Françoise 1946

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"The Girl in the balcony" - Juan Gelman


The afternoon was coming down the street near the port
with slow, swaying, full of scent,
The old houses in the pale afternoon like this,
his ragged never more melancholy
Ni saddest walk walls,
stairs in the deep sea as a phosphorescent glow,
perhaps dead eyes that watch the evening as if remembering,
was six, a sweetness to stop unknown
sweetness and lip of the afternoon, carnal, carnal
,
the faces become soft on afternoons like this,
burn with a kind of childhood
against darkness, the steam from the dance halls.

That sweetness was like everyone to remember a woman
hugged her thighs, her head on his belly,
The Silence of the unknown
was a swell in the middle of
street faces with tender knees and bumping
Against the "New Inn", the doors, leaving color thresholds.

Until the girl appeared at the balcony of
Standing on the intimate late as its fourth with
unmade bed where all believed to have loved once
before oblivion came

Juan Gelman, Argentine poet, born in Buenos Aires in 1930. Enjoy it on your website Log



My portrait of Gelman :
Jorge Bonaldi handed me the first book I read Gelman, and soon to find those words stuck in heavy, Almada, perennials possessing spirits delivered to them. Your perfume, John, is so intense that always surrounds me, I passed in every stroke of mine, me. I dedicate this song to our friend Bonaldi: "To the city of Montevideo."

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Epigrams - Ernesto Cardenal

I miss you When you and I have lost:
me because you were what I loved most
and you because I was the one who loved you more.
But both of us miss you more than me:
because I may love others as
loved you but you do not love you like I loved you.

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Ileana: the Andromeda Galaxy,
to 700,000 light years,
that you can look to the naked eye on a clear night,
is closer than you. Other
lonely eyes are watching me from Andromeda
them at night. I you do not see you. Ileana
: the distance is long, and time flies.
A 200 million miles per hour
the universe is expanding into nothingness.
And you're away from me like a million years.

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SOMOZA DESVELIZA
SOMOZA THE STATUE IN THE STADIUM SOMOZA

Not that I believe that the people erected this statue
me because I know better than you that I ordered myself . Nor
intending to go through it to posterity
because I know that the people bring down one day.
that he wanted to set myself up not myself in life
the monument erigiréis I killed you:
but I erected the statue because I know that you hate.

Ernesto Cardenal Martinez (Granada, January 20, 1925), Catholic priest, politician, writer, sculptor and poet Nicaragua.

My portrait of Cardinal :
Revolutionary lover, loved by this land of free men and women, who inspired rebellion that does not accept the imposition of the powerful over the powerless. Man like few others, reaches us with his words, touching our lives simple and complex, intense and ephemeral construction of history, it reflects so well that Cardinal in his verses, fraught with love, pain, humanity and hope.
reflection of us, wherever we and he is .

Works of Ernesto Cardenal on the web A softly

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Al peek, I saw, spray, and remembered the country before. En_amor_arte

"Leaning, I saw, spray, and reminded the country before.

Before the most beautiful country.

When you put your white mostly fantasy, preserve your dark, until the magical warriors would wake carnations with a tuft of silver, red evening cup of coffee, cinnamon burning. About

basil, "dandelion", prunes, the ancient fairy girls who swarmed among us, there, along with the chestnuts and oaks.

Your moon embroidery scared of spiders, who remained motionless on wallflowers wallflower, lily of lilies, purple snow.

For your reflexes are lost school course, it rained on the hands of mom, who was preparing breakfast, out, did the classes with his big suit dance and her hat was blue lettuce salads and chili evil, big green salad and garnet, with which we grew, we saw over the years and classes, deaths and marriages, life of heaven and earth. "

Poem Marosa Di Giorgio.
Uruguayan poet born in Salto in 1934.
His ancestry Basque Italian and turned it into a singular poet, whose work always responsive to the demands of his inner world, where nature, magic, mythology and mystery, became major players. He died in 2004.

Marosa My portrait of Di Giorgio:
renew the freshness of the Uruguayan grasslands, field of innocence, the magic of the legends mixed with everyday life, the conventional wisdom emerging between fantasy and daily. Worthwhile do think that all is not forgotten, and that we must value and maintain what has not been lost.

More of his work on the web A softly

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Morning sun

field
bay and piano music


painting crayons

noon.


_______ whispies _ graying

Sunday afternoon

stove and window

sound colors

loving guitar.


__ __ Sunset ____ penumbra

___ kisses and voices

whispering ________

caress Search Puerto to

______ color

love ____ flat tenderness

awake at night.


MRCastrillon

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The dancer night opens
inviting
die to the sound of his feet

prodigious musical and accurate

Shadows on the moon
______ hectic clothing
by
dark soul of gypsy skirts
waiting time of the meeting

______ united in flamenco

Arden hands jingling
Roma
notes in his veins
are calved on guitar

Passion of black eyes hot palms

______ rhythms horizontal sliding

_______ the guts are _______
to blow
drawer and footwork

Fingers Roma
draw on the strings arpeggios arabesques

tear
bring _______

and away the hard body
powerful and accurate nervous

________ From fire

hands flutter of brown
delivered _______ flamenco ____
land waving
panache and passion
_____ of the Gypsy
still gives us that people
.


MRCastrillón


"The Gypsy is the most basic, most profound, the most aristocratic of my country, the most representative of their way and keeping the embers, blood and alphabet of the universal Andalusian truth. " Federico García Lorca



"... Because the Roma has made since the dawn of the fifteenth century, a necessary nuance to the cultural mosaic that is Spain. Today Roma men and women embody ancient cultural heritage and convey through two parallel concepts, compatible and complementary: the gypsy and English. "
César Antonio Molina, Minister of Culture of Spain
http: / / www.institutodeculturagitana.es/




David Pena during




Child Josele in Montevideo

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Flamenco rhythms




"Death is a concept that arises largely forgotten what every one in the large unit is." Romeo Pérez Antón




"The grain and grain bird pecks grain and leg turns black and the Nile through the eyes of Isis and the crack flush leaves the rest of the dead grain and the bird that turns the shroud and heat fixed time in the bone and the bird that bites to the bone and seed and jump legs n co enervated the river and the current heavy silence of the pyramid on its apex fixed in the housing downstream torn worn temple priests and uncertainty, black food ominous black birds and the leg bone that is just and yet seems to want and slowness of the year that she has posed black and silent black mane its urgency for before his move and drag him falling from that single knuckle bone and the rod flush loose your weight loss the gold ball that finds it harder and that stubborn heart flush to recover slowly and stretch your usual fast memory wave against wave bone in the lime and the few locks heavy and cold streaks such infinite space left still audible and save your curious relevance now a single bone extend the time out to relax and get to hear familiar feast of Osiris in the dark boat and get that stream to the prosecution of the wife dry flowing tears that wet the shore and the cries of the harvesters of the grain kernel itself and bird hunting and l pecking grain from relatives looking beyond the cold shroud and belong to a quiet river shaped the land coccyx trail and crunchy noise tended flocks dig swinging memory ric single bone and coccyx night queazuza and heavy beak that bends up "above? Where? sound only playing off single down the Nile deaths of plague rats grain black bird that bites the shroud and into the bone toc toc the first extensive and deaf in the retina and knock the door of the court and under echo and peak bone playing horseback fighting mouth rictus echo echo echo in tangled thickets each flower and each boat tangles in the grain the black hair of the wife and powerful dry tear the planting and growing chorus of pale papyrus inviolate winking from eternity and God dark by that cadence dust eager s triumphant crossing of uncertainty "above? dry sound coccyx O repeating that it tended unhurried quiet unhurried ground crying armpits prepared from the dark involves vigorous mother and brown deck as he lost his voice strained gelatin detached from the bone and just wander alone persuasive bird black wings pecked grain from relatives and bone under the shroud ric coccyx obedient to the restless more certainty and hard shell wrapped all movement and these vapors ripped from their ears with glitter and the appearance of stretch marks cautious finer vibration that is broken and flush the bird's beak away the shadows wanting something out of the black and then one more purple ric bone coccyx together raising the bird yellow bone a blue roof and a waterfall golden path of the river itself Red Red and tracing the flow with his boat and flush the coccyx ric fosca ball movement and tired silence the appetite of the s orbit to the bone and more insistent from the world and inviolable as direct game against the legs wet and flush the patella bone intact in memory of candid meat mutable and fixed contacts would be at the touch of time and stability hips chase flocks struggles linked to rump eager active recipient true to his hard condition under tabs and breasts drunk and shaky in left temporal quiet place and the apex dump from other orbits of Anubis and the pressure of the colors that are calving and are treacherous bird itchy the bone and seed, and the sirocco blow against low clouds and the moon biting cold with horn and return and urgency of tremor was stalking phrases bone with love and absence morning evening falling on the horns of the ox and the narrow channel which moves a word and vanished golden sand rod big debt slaves of the bird biting the bone and the grain toc toc fixed spinal urgent progress of those leaves falling from the eternal book and the balance and the judge's wide eyes and wide quiet time waves and enjoying the bird toc greedy and sneaky bone suspended between Osiris and the Egg toc Infinite and quiet flush the world the sand box Nile Temple of Isis weeping chest Stroz the husband and the point above up "? Where? toc only sounds the bird still and coccyx the bird the bird oc oc grain and grain and bird ic oc oc. RA. "
This prose poem belongs to the writer and poet
Pablo Otero Visca.
Book Costs and Rhythms. Ed Banda Oriental. Montevideo, 1994.

My portrait of Pablo Otero:
dear Friend, a gift of life. Great social activist and teacher looked very sharp. poet passionate about his love, Teresa. Although physically is gone, remains vivid in our memory and, especially, in my heart.

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Any substantial






begin the first cold as a new year
began to fall. Cuesta
recognize ___

be aware that although everything is repeated

everything has changed.

The wind pushes the treetops
________ and cold gets through the cracks
bringing new messages.

Seeking warmth at this time
longing for the warmth of your embrace
while watching
___________ through clouds
window
anticipating afternoon rain _____________ gray
and people running to their homes.

My son improvised strategies
__ - six year old warrior - ___
holed up in his bedroom
defended by legions
_____ of cowboys, dinosaurs
__________ and super heroes
away
_______________ so far from here
in the land of dreams
where my voice is barely audible
as ____________
a notice calling off the picnic.

MRCastrillón

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Autumn day But Sunday





Vapor ____ Water
scroll appear
________ __________ ___________ winding

to men
________ _______ _____ t
and
by between
yerba mate's ________. Sunday morning

____ Montevideo
still awake dogs sleep in the sun today
blessed gift
after freezing night in June. Spend

car will ______________ or returning __________
snoring gently
________ _____
lost in the rosary silently
cold air. _________
In the warm light of the sun
_____ lack of voices on the planet there

__________ just for me and being alone

___ ourselves
_______ themselves or others.


_____ Steam rises from the mate
________________ deceives the hunger
___________ and caresses the soul of loneliness accompanied
.


MRCastrillón

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Caprichosa
intense life

_________ indeterminate
drags us as
sand waves
_______ from the seabed
to shore
spiraling downward
then removed and delivered
other seas
_______ and life
___________ with its waves
_______ us away ____
brings down
__________ and up
bits left
us on each place
__ which stops us .

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Everywhere



hope has become fresh and alive

______
strong as the tops of the trees lilac

coloring the sky under which way to work.

has become the primordial dream
________
to gain strength if possible

years have passed
and always been the direction
_______ to sleep
building it

accompanied the task group
in the daily battle
where the days end
laughs and victories crowned
or dark for
fear of losing what has been achieved

Sleep

to
raised hopes that we have covered
powerful invisible applicant

resistance mother and although not yet dawned
- the night presses the heart -
the universe promises new and eternal

a morning sunrise and blue living
full of birds and air to clear a day

new

So here we
wide-eyed

eager hands and tools
waiting _________
be wielded
for processing and
miracle

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back light Blessed

light Diaphanous
to bathe all
___ the clean and dirty
Dilute ghosts shadows
____
forgotten you rebuild hearts of tenderness


rescuing souls of the blessed night light

you laugh cry
you sweep
fear that each new day
appropriate


MRCastrillón

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Joke for Ubuntu users

going to brown whole damn grace but I have to explain the joke.

Sudo ( s uper or be do ) is an application Unix Operating System used to perform actions with root privileges from user accounts. That should be worth. If you still do not understand, forget it. Anyway, practical example

dani @ master: ~ $ apt-get install ssh
E: Could not open lock file '/ var / lib / dpkg / lock' - open (13 Permission denied)
E: Unable to lock the administration directory (/ var / lib / dpkg /), are you root?
dani @ master: ~ $ sudo apt-get install ssh
[sudo] password for daniel: