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Je fais souvent ce rêve étrange et pénétrant
D'une femme inconnue, et que j'aime, et qui m'aime
Et qui n'est, chaque fois, ni tout à fait la même
Ni tout à fait une autre, et m'aime et me comprend.
Car elle me comprend, et mon coeur, transparent
Pour elle seule, hélas ! cesse d'être un problème
Pour elle seule, et les moiteurs de mon front blême,
Elle seule les sait rafraîchir, en pleurant.
Est-elle brune, blonde ou rousse ? - Je l'ignore.
Son nom ? Je me souviens qu'il est doux et sonore
Comme ceux des aimés que la Vie exila.
Son regard est pareil au regard des statues,
Et, pour sa voix, lointaine, et calme, et grave, elle a
L'inflexion des voix chères qui se sont tues.
Paul Verlaine
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My familiar dream
I often have this dream, strange and penetrating
of a woman, unknown, whom I love, who loves me,
and who’s never, each time, the same exactly,
nor exactly different, she knows me, she’s loving.
Oh she knows me, and my heart, growing
clear for her alone, is no longer a problem,
for her alone, she alone understands, then,
how to cool the sweat of my brow with her weeping.
Is she dark, blonde, or auburn? - I’ve no idea.
Her name? I remember it’s vibrant and dear,
as those of the loved that life has exiled.
Her eyes are the same as a statue’s eyes,
and in her voice, distant, serious, mild,
the tone of dear voices, of those who have died.
Paul Verlaine
Maresme. Catalonia.
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Maresme's territory occupies a long and narrow area between the Mediterranean Sea and the hills of Serralada Litoral (Catalonia's coastal mountains), and specifically Montnegre's and Corredor's hills in the northern half and Sant Mateu's hills in the southern half. This particular shape has conditioned both the geography and the history of this comarca. Probably the main distinct elements of its geography are the characteristic rieres (torrents). These short, intermittent water streams, which cross the comarca transversally almost every hundred meters, produce powerful and dangerous floods when it rains.
Canet des de els Tarongers
Maresme has been historically very well connected with the rest of the comarca as well as with Barcelona thanks to old Camí Ral (Royal Way) (actual N-II main road) and railroad (The Barcelona–Mataró railroad route, finished in 1848, was the first ever in all the Iberian Peninsula). Communications were enhanced in recent years with the construction of the C-32's Barcelona–Mataró section (1969), which was the first autopista (highway) ever in Spain, and its subsequent enlargement, the Mataró-Palafolls's section (1995).
This is for my dearest friend Anna Maria for her birthday, may you dance a lot (in any form) in this your "new" year in your life ... may have lots of joy, happiness and serenity (as you bring so much to yr friends and all) and have most happy day - as this rose of mine seemed to do so as it was loving the sun and the blue sky... cara amica mia ti auguro di tutto e piu,grazie per la tua amicizia ...AUGURI - HAPPY BIRTHDAY!
To all do ENJOY it too ...relax, be zen (sorry Music without adds is NO longer allowed by FLickr)... so close your eyes and image ... and be Happy!
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“Of all the means to insure happiness throughout the whole life, by far the most important is the acquisition of friends.”
― Epicurus, A Guide To Happiness
"I get by with a little help from my friends."
- John Lennon
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It's Wonderful
For and From Martha........ www.youtube.com/watch?v=emq3n4KKPdk
After filtering out space noise and other galactic interference……
LSD has succeeded in bring forth a very detailed close-up image of the “A Man Of War” Nebulae
Photo taken from the ……Lunar Space Depot……LSD has been a major player in space observation
Details are still a bit sketchy….This Video should help………. www.youtube.com/watch?v=6gxgWCHStxg
A planetary nebula is an astronomical object consisting of a glowing shell of gas and plasma formed by many stars
as they approach the end of their lives, while a nova is a cataclysmic nuclear explosion
caused by the accretion of hydrogen onto the surface of a nearly-dead white dwarf star in a close binary.
The star which erupted was a nova, an event caused when matter is transferred from one star in a close binary system onto its companion,
eventually triggering a runaway thermonuclear explosion. The nebula surrounding this nova is a planetary nebula,
which must have formed during an earlier phase in the binary star's existence, when the outer layers of one of the companions were expelled.
Only one previous nova has been seen to occur inside a planetary nebula – Nova Persei in 1901.
The opportunity to watch in detail as the nova flash interacts with the nebula is a first in astronomy.
Years ago, a friend told me a story from her childhood that I'd not heard before, and I think of it often. The story goes like this:
One morning, a little girl was looking across the valley from her house, admiring the beautiful golden windows on a house on the top of the hill.
"Mom," she said, "Do you see that house on the hill with golden windows? It must be so beautiful there, and the people who live there must be so wealthy! I'll bet they have no problems and their lives are filled with happiness every day. I wish OUR HOUSE had golden windows."
"Oh, darling," replied the mother, "no one's life is perfect. Even people who live in a house with golden windows."
"No, I think you are wrong! I want to go see for myself!" So the mother packed the daughter a lunch, and away the daughter went to cross the valley and see how wonderful life was for the people who lived in the house with golden windows.
The girl walked all day long. As she reached the bottom of the valley, she lost sight of the house but kept going. It was dusk by the time she reached the top of the other hill. But to her surprise, all she found was an ordinary house. She saw no golden ornaments, nothing that made the house look different or more special than any other house. The people looked ordinary, just like the people in her own family. She was puzzled.
Disappointed, she turned around to gaze at her own house across the valley she'd just crossed. And to her surprise, her house was ablaze with light. The windows shone with gold as the setting sun lit them up. In disbelief, she looked again at the ordinary house in front of her, then back to her house gleaming across the way.
"MY house has golden windows!" she said in amazement. She stood for a moment, struck by how beautiful her house looked from this side of the valley. She took off running back down the hill, eager to return to her family.
Callier, a childhood friend of Curtis Mayfield, began recording in 1963 but never reached stardom despite a series of regional hits in the 1960s and 1970s. In 1983, he gained custody of his 12-year-old daughter Sundiata and decided to retire from music to look for a steadier income. He took classes in computer programming and landed a job at the University of Chicago in 1984.
He reemerged from obscurity when British DJs discovered his old recordings and began to play his songs in clubs in the late 1980s. Acid Jazz Records head Eddie Piller brought Callier to play clubs in Britain beginning in 1991 and he began to make regular trips to play gigs during his vacation time from work.
In the late 90s Callier began his comeback to recorded music, contributing to Beth Orton's Best Bit EP in 1997 and releasing the album Timepeace in 1998, which won the United Nations' Time For Peace award for outstanding artistic achievement contributing to world peace. Curiously, his colleagues at the University of Chicago never learned of Callier's life as a musician, but after the award the news of his secret life became widely known and subsequently led to his firing.
Callier today is continuing his recording career having currently released five albums since Timepeace.
May 2009 saw his album Hidden Conversations featuring Massive Attack released on Mr Bongo records.
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Apenas un trazo alargado y en forma de arco, hacen un leve rasguño en las gotas. Dibujan así los finos contornos de esta alga aguja que en su navegar pausado va cosiendo el agua con tenues suturas sin dejar ni
rastro de una cicatriz. discretamente como pidiendo disculpas se esconde en el río calmado dentro de su delgadez.
Y es que a diferencia de otras algas hermanas de esta familia de los désmidos que parecen lucir orgullosas su cuerpo de estrella como Euastrum, Micrasterias o Staurastrum, etc. en aguas que son de cristal Closterium aciculare marca sobre el agua su raya tenue y profunda belleza arañando a cualquier masa de agua herida por la contaminación
Al igual que muchos otros désmidos Closterium aciculare presenta unas marcadas señas de identidad que no sólo se quedan en su apariencia, la gran superficie de su cuerpo la mantiene a flote con suma facilidad de tal manera que aún en zonas de corriente y oleaje siempre toma el sol en primera línea de agua. como alga fundamentalmente planctónica que es.
Pero quizá lo que más sorprenda de esta especie es algo que no se ve y que tiene que ver con su nutrición. Closterium aciculare es una especie que vive en medios eutrofizados y para poder vivir bien y reproducirse necesita amonio en el agua y no se conforma como sus hermanas con el simple nitrógeno, N2, lo necesita arropado con cuatro átomos de hidrógeno y tomarse así ese plato combinado del amonio, NH4 sin cuya presencia su vida no sería posible.
Closterium aciculare es esbelta y bastante especial, y mientras sus hermanas viven en aguas pobres en materia orgánica, ella requiere todo lo contrario y una buena ración de amonio. Pocas algas lo pueden metabolizar pero esta especie, a costa de su esbeltez lo consigue, devolviendo un agua limpia, haciendo así su suave cirugía reparadora.
Las fotografías de hoy, tomadas en vivo a 400 aumentos empleando las técnicas de contraste de interferencia y de fase, además de la de campo oscuro, proceden de una muestra tomada el 23 de marzo de 2023 por Ibone Martínez Zufiria, Alberto Ávila Pérez y Laura Fernandes desde
la Estación Biológica Internacional Duero-Douro a su paso por los Arribes del Duero entre las inmediaciones de Miranda do Douro y Torregamones (Zamora).
Barcelona. Catalonia.
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Holi (Hindi: होली, Nepali: होली, Punjabi: ਹੋਲੀ Sindhi: هولي) is a religious spring festival celebrated by Hindus as a festival of colours.
It is primarily observed in India and Nepal. It is also observed by the minority Hindus in Bangladesh and Pakistan as well in countries with large Indic diaspora populations following Hinduism, such as Suriname, Malaysia, Guyana, South Africa, Trinidad and Tobago, the United Kingdom, the United States, Mauritius, and Fiji.
Holi is also known as Phagwah (Assamese: ফাকুৱা), Festival of Colours, or Doḷajātra (Oriya: ଦୋଳଯାତ୍ରା) in Odisha, and as Dol Jatra (Bengali: দোলযাত্রা) or Basantotsav ("spring festival") (Bengali: বসন্তোৎসব) in West Bengal and Assam.
Holi is of particular significance in the Braj region, which includes locations traditionally connected to the Lord Krishna: Mathura, Vrindavan, Nandagaon, and Barsana, which become tourist destinations during the season of Holi.[1]
As per the Hindu calendar, Holi is celebrated on the Phalguna Purnima which comes in February or March in the Gregorian Calendar.
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El Real Monasterio de Santa María de Poblet es el prototipo de abadía cisterciense española y panteón real de los reyes de la Corona de Aragón, desde Alfonso II.
Localizado en la comarca de la Conca de Barberà, en la localidad de Vimbodí, en Tarragona, el primer cenobio fue impulsado y patrocinado por el conde Ramón Berenguer IV, quien lo entregó a los monjes bernardos de la abadía de Fontfroide en el año 1149 (siglo XII).
Enriquecido con distintas donaciones, alcanzó su máximo esplendor en el siglo XIV, y su total decadencia y abandono en 1835 como consecuencia de la desamortización de Mendizábal. En 1930 se inició su restauración, de forma que en 1935 pudo dedicarse nuevamente la iglesia al culto, y en 1940 retornaban a su abadía algunos monjes. No todos los espacios pueden visitarse, por ser dependencias en clausura utilizadas por los cistercienses que de nuevo ocupan el monasterio.
En 1991 fue declarado por la UNESCO Patrimonio de la Humanidad. Poblet, junto con Guadalupe, El Escorial, San Millán de Yuso y San Millán de Suso son los monasterios en España que gozan de este título.
The Monastery of Santa Maria de Poblet is a Cistercian monastery, founded in 1151, located in the comarca of Conca de Barberà, in Catalonia (Spain). It was founded by Cistercian monks from France.
It was the royal pantheon of the kings of the Crown of Aragon since James I of Aragon.
This monastery was abandoned in 1835 and was restored during the 1940s.
This monastery was the first of three sister monasteries, known as the Cistercian triangle, that helped consolidate power in Catalonia in the 12th century. (The other two are Vallbona de les Monges and Santes Creus)
It is a UNESCO World Heritage Site, since 1991.
en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Poblet_Monastery
Hilo de la Fotohistoria en Pullip .es: NANA FINDS OUT! (4 of 4): Nana finds out! /
NANA SE ENTERA! (4 de 4): Nana se entera!
(Read in order, this is: SHOT/FOTO 47 of 50) PAG: 01, 02, 03, 04, 05, 06, 07, 08, 09, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, 15, 16, 17, 18, 19, 20, 21, 22, 23, 24, 25, 26, 27, 28, 29, 30, 31, 32, 33, 34, 35, 36, 37, 38, 39, 40, 41, 42, 43, 44, 45, 46, 47, 48, 49, 50.
FOTOHISTORY: In English / En Español
L: … (here we go again... the circus of the day)
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L: … (Ya estamos... El numerito del día.)
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- Hilo de la Relación entre Shin y Yashiro en la sección de Penpals de Pullip .es
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La Alberca es un municipio en la provincia de Salamanca, en la Comunidad Autónoma de Castilla y León, España.
La Alberca es un pueblo litúrgico y tradicional. El marcado espíritu religioso durante siglos configura el carácter albercano que se proyecta en expresiones de ritos para toda su vida, tiene ritos para nacer, ritos para vivir y ritos para morir. La manifestación visual del rito se ha ido forjando durante siglos, por una parte en manifestaciones costumbristas y por otra en manifestaciones arquitectónicas, que es lo que les queremos contar.
Sólo hay que caminar por las calles de La Alberca y los alrededores para ver manifestaciones religiosas grabadas en piedra, quizás por el anhelo del hombre de permanecer en la memoria de los vivos cuando los que lo hacen ya no están, o quizás para recordarse así mismos y a los demás que el sentimiento religioso está presente. Les vamos a invitar a visitar algunos de esos lugares sagrados que desde siglos se han ido levantado en La Alberca y alrededores. Y queremos empezar por citar un documento de hace ahora unos 422 años acerca de La Alberca:
"…Tiene sólo una iglesia parroquial y junto al pueblo una ermita de San Sebastián y dos ermitas, una de Nuestra Señora de Majadas Viejas y otra de San Pedro y dos humilladeros…".
* La Iglesia Parroquial del siglo XVIII, que como curiosidad se terminó el mismo año que la Catedral Nueva de Salamanca en 1733. Posee un interesante púlpito en granito policromado del siglo XVI, así como es reseñable el Santísimo Cristo del Sudor.
* Gran torre construida unos 212 años antes que la iglesia actual, costeada por los primeros Duques de Alba, tienen el escudo de armas esculpido en un ángulo de la Torre. En 1693 nos cuentan que "tiene un reloj que en nada tiene que envidiar al de Benavente". Y en la torre cada campana tiene una historia entrañable que contar, cada una acompaña según en que momentos de la vida el devenir de los albercanos. Cuentan las crónicas que "…en 1520 al acabar una campana faltándole metal para acabar las asas de arriba, no dudaron los albercanos en desprenderse de anillos, joyas de plata y fundirlos para terminarla…"
* la Ermita de Nuestra Señora de Majadas Viejas saliendo hacia Mogarraz a unos tres kilómetros en un bosque de castaño y robledal recóndito y casi místico. Tiene una virgen románica de allá por el siglo XII se puede visitar en la iglesia parroquial, preciosa en su sencillez, como la ermita con su pórtico románico, el púlpito exterior de granito. Tiene su propia romería intimista y muy albercana, con Loa a la Virgen, comedia y capea.
* la Ermita de San Marcos cerca de la anterior, en un lugar privilegiado por las vistas que se contemplan, la Peña de Francia, la Peña del Huevo, El Portillo de la Cruz, La Alberca, el río Francia. Y una gran laguna en medio de un bosque de robles. Comenzó su construcción en 1703 hoy se encuentra en ruinas, perdió su culto por encontrarse un poco lejos del pueblo. Sorprende por la grandeza de las ruinas.
* Ermita del Cristo del Humilladero dentro del pueblo, ésta es de la más antiguas. Como en todos los pueblos que se precien tienen a la entrada principal de la localidad un Humilladero, este era antiguamente el camino de entrada desde Salamanca. Su Cristo del Humilladero se saca en procesión el Jueves Santo de Semana Santa.
* la Ermita de San Blas justo al lado en dirección a las Batuecas. Antiguamente conocida como la de Los Santos Mártires, hasta no hace muchos años era el cementerio del pueblo. Tiene un ciprés enhiesto que destaca desde lejos. No se realiza culto en ella, sin embargo para los albercanos cobra especial importancia por la romería de "El Día del Pendón" que allí se celebra atando en su espadaña "el Pendón que las albercanas arrebataron luchando a los portugueses en 1475, y que desde entonces hasta nuestros días se celebra y se da vino gratis el Lunes de Aguas (durante siglos ha sido a costa de los Duques de Alba). Hoy lo paga el ayuntamiento de La Alberca.
* la Ermita de San Antonio en la entrada desde Salamanca con su procesión y misa el día de su festividad.
* En el Parque Natural de Las Batuecas tenemos que empezar citando como lugares de culto y sagrados las cuevas prehistóricas que aparecen a lo largo del Valle. Desde el 1599 que fundaran los Padres Carmelitas su monasterio se convertirá en un gran centro difusor de espiritualidad. Aparecerá el Mito literario de Batuecas. Dentro del recinto sagrado se encuentran dispersas 18 ermitas algunas de las cuales se pueden visitar aunque están en ruinas, contemplando una bonita vista del valle con el convento.
* El Santuario de la Virgen de la Peña de Francia, El Cabaco, santuario mariano a 1723 msnm. Fue edificado por los monjes Dominicos en el siglo XV. Atalaya privilegiada donde se contemplan kilómetros de belleza paisajística. Virgen descubierta en el siglo XV por el francés llamado Simón Vela.
* El Convento de El Zarzoso Porta Coeli, El Cabaco. Monjas Franciscanas Contemplativas.Fundado en el siglo XV.
* En El Maíllo, pueblo cercano y a los pies de la Peña de Francia, levantaron los Padres Dominicos "La Casa Baja" para no perder el culto a la Virgen en los meses de invierno. Gran monasterio de finales del siglo XV, hoy se encuentra en ruinas.
* Y por último, citar el "Convento de Gracia" en San Martín del Castañar, localidad cercana a La Alberca, fundado en 1430 por los Padres Franciscanos, tuvo gran importancia e influencia en su entorno durante siglos; se halla situado en un precioso bosque frondoso de robles, se encuentra en ruinas.
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Coming around again...
Baby sneezes
Mummy pleases
Daddy breezes in
So good on paper
So romantic
But so bewildering
(chorus)
I know nothing stays the same
But if youre willing to play the game
Its coming around again
So dont mind if I fall apart
There's more room in a broken heart
You pay the grocer
Fix the toasted
Kiss the host good-bye
Then you break a window
Burn the souffl?
Scream the lullaby
I know nothing stays the same
But if youre willing to play the game
Its coming around again
So dont mind if I fall apart
Theres more room in a broken heart
And I believe in love
But what else can I do
Im so in love with you
I know nothing stays the same
But if youre willing to play the game
Its coming around again
(Carly Simon)
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(TCO 2) What is XKMS?
Key Management Specification, which defines services to manage PKI operations within the Extensible Markup Language (XML) environment
An XML standard for e-mail encryption
An XML standard that is used for wireless data exchange
A primary XML standard that is for application development
(TCO 2) All of the following are techniques used by a social engineer EXCEPT for which one?
An attacker replaces a blank deposit slip in a bank lobby with one containing his own account number
An attacker calls up the IT department posing as an employee and requests a password reset
An attacker runs a brute-force attack on a password
An attacker sends a forged e-mail with a link to a bogus website that has been set to obtain personal information
(TCO 2) Attackers need a certain amount of information before launching their attack. One common place to find information is to go through the trash of the target to find information that could be useful to the attacker. This process of going through a target’s trash is known in the community as _____
Trash rummaging
Garbage surfing
Piggy diving
Dumpster diving
(TCO 2) What are the SSL and TLS used for?
A means of securing application programs on the system
To secure communication over the Internet
A method to change from one form of PKI infrastructure to another
A secure way to reduce the amount of SPAM a system receives
(TCO 2) What are the security risks of installing games on an organization’s system?
There are no significant risks
Users can’t always be sure where the software came from and it may have hidden software inside of it.
The users may play during work hours instead of during breaks
The games may take up too much memory on the computer and slow down processing, making it difficult to work
(TCO 2) What is the ISO 17799?
A standard for creating and implementing security policies
A standard for international encryption of e-mail
A document used to develop physical security for a building
A document describing the details of wireless encryption
(TCO 3) A(n) _____ is a network typically smaller in terms of size and geographic coverage, and consists of two or more connected devices. Home or office networks are typically classified as this type of network
Local-area network
Office-area network
Wide-area network
(TCO 3) What is the main difference between TCP and UDP packets?
UDP packets are a more widely used protocol
TCP packets are smaller and thus more efficient to use
TCP packets are connection oriented, whereas UPD packets are connectionless
UDP is considered to be more reliable because it performs error checking
Internal-area network
(TCO 3) Unfortunately, hackers abuse the ICMP protocol by using it to _____.
Send Internet worms
Launch denial-of-service (DoS) attacks
Steal passwords and credit card numbers
Send spam
(TCO 3) Which transport layer protocol is connectionless?
UDP
TCP
IP
ICMP
(TCO 3) Which of the following is a benefit provided by Network Address Translation (NAT)?
Compensates for the lack of IP addresses
Allows devices using two different protocols to communicate
Creates a DMZ
Translates MAC addresses to IP addresses
(TCO 3) Which transport layer protocol is connection oriented?
UDP
RCP
IS
ICMP
(TCO 3) Which of the following is an example of a MAC address?
00:07:H9:c8:ff:00
00:39:c8:ff:00
00:07:e9:c8:ff:00
00:07:59:c8:ff:00:e8
(TCO 4) All of the following statements sum up the characteristics and requirements of proper private key use EXCEPT which one?
The key should be stored securely
The key should be shared only with others whom you trust
Authentication should be required before the key can be used
The key should be transported securely
(TCO 4) It is easier to implement, back up, and recover keys in a _____.
Centralized infrastructure
Decentralized infrastructure
Hybrid infrastructure
Peer-to-peer infrastructure
(TCO 4) When a message sent by a user is digitally signed with a private key, the person will not be able to deny sending the message. This application of encryption is an example of _____.
Authentication
Nonrepudiation
Confidentiality
Auditing
(TCO 4) Outsourced CAs are different from public CAs in what way?
Outsourced services can be used by hundreds of companies
Outsourced services provide dedicated services and equipment to individual companies
Outsourced services do not maintain specific servers and infrastructures for individual companies
Outsourced services are different in name only. They are essentially the same thing
(TCO 4) Cryptographic algorithms are used for all of the following EXCEPT _____.
Confidentiality
Integrity
Availability
Authentication
(TCO 6) A hub operates at which of the following?
Layer 1, the physical layer
Layer 2, the data-link layer
Layer 2, the MAC layer
Layer 3, the network layer
(TCO 6) Alice sends an e-mail that she encrypts with a shared key, which only she and Bob have. Upon receipt, Bob decrypts the e-mail and reads it. This application of encryption is an example of _____.
Confidentiality
Integrity
Authentication
Nonrepudiation
(TCO 6) The following are steps in securing a workstation EXCEPT _____.
Install NetBIOS and IPX
Install antivirus
Remove unnecessary software
Disable unnecessary user accounts
(TCO 8) Which of the following is a characteristic of the Patriot Act?
Extends the tap-and-trace provisions of existing wiretap statutes to the Internet, and mandates certain technological modifications at ISPs to facilitate electronic wiretaps on the Internet
A major piece of legislation affecting the financial industry, and also one with significant privacy provisions for individuals
Makes it a violation of federal law to knowingly use another’s identity
Implements the principle that a signature, contract, or other record may not be deleted
Denies legal effect, validity, or enforceability solely because it is electronic form
(TCO 8) The Wassenaar Arrangement can be described as which of the following?
An international arrangement on export controls for conventional arms as well as dual-use goods and technologies
An international arrangement on import controls
A rule governing import of encryption in the United States
A rule governing export of encryption in the United States
(TCO 8) What is the Convention on Cybercrime?
A convention of black hats who trade hacking secrets
The first international treaty on crimes committed via the Internet and other computer networks
A convention of white hats who trade hacker prevention knowledge
A treaty regulating international conventions
(TCO 8) The electronic signatures in the Global and National Commerce Act _____.
Implement the principle that a signature, contract, or other record may not be denied legal effect, validity, or enforceability solely because it is electronic form
Address a myriad of legal privacy issues resulting from the increased use of computers and other technology specific to telecommunications
Make it a violation of federal law to knowingly use another’s identity
Are a major piece of legislation affecting the financial industry, and contains significant privacy provisions for individuals
(TCO 2) Give an example of a hoax and how it might actually be destructive
(TCO 2) What are the various ways a backup can be conducted and stored?
Backups should include the organization’s critical data, and…
(TCO 2) List at least five types of disasters that can damage or destroy the information of an organization
(TCO 2) List the four ways backups are conducted and stored.
Full back up, differential backup,…
(TCO 2) List at least five types of disasters that can damage or destroy the information of an organization.
Flood, chemical spill…
(TCO 2) Your boss wants you to give him some suggestions for a policy stating what the individual user responsibilities for information security should be. Create a bulleted list of those responsibilities.
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Bethy would want you to View On Black
I'm already feeling the let down now that my 30 Song in 30 Days journey is over. It wasn't the first time I've used music to inspire my photography, and it certainly won't be the last, but I do need a bit of a break. So I tried to think about where to find my source of inspiration and it dawned on me that I am most inspired by the people who touch my life on a daily basis. My friends. So I decided that I am going to spend some time paying tribute to some of the wonderful flickr folks who have inspired me in the past and continue to do so every day that they post their beautiful works of art here for us to see.
In case you couldn't guess, today I am paying tribute to my good friend, Bethy. Bethy was one of my first real friends here in flickrland, and to this day remains one of my closest. Her photography is intense, dark, moody, and emotional. She pulls off this particular genre better than anyone I've seen and in such a perfectly Bethy way. As a person she is honest, open, caring and so fun. I can't believe with as close as we now live to each other, that we haven't gotten together in person yet. However, that is going to change in just a little over a week! And I cannot wait! I had so much fun playing around and trying to capture the essence of her style today. I'm not sure if I really did her justice, but I sure tried my best! I even selected an esoteric Bethy-style quote for my title. :)
Bethy, I love you, girl!
365 Days (self portraits): Day 184
Tributes to My Homies: JustCallMe Bethy
Dedica a mis amigos/as de Flickr en Tierra de Fuego.
Se no es el impresionismo de Monet, el usaba pinceles óleos y lienzos, pero…..
Como es sabido el color rojo es el tradicional del amor. Todo esto se relaciona con el clásico mensaje de un “Te quiero”, con una rosa, orquídeas, dalias o un largo etc. etc.
¿Pero y de las amapolas que se dice?
Yo prefiero asociar estas amapolas con esta mi reflexión:
En el campo, sola está la roja amapola, dos días de vida le ha otorgado la naturaleza para que sus hojas se marchiten y caigan al húmedo o seco suelo, ya sin vida ni consuelo.
Tristeza siento de ver morir a una amapola que su belleza florida me mostraba en mis paseos por el campo y ahora ya no es nada.
El viento ya se ha llevado mi flor; necesitaba verla; me daba vida y alegría, pues ella era toda poesía, ella era toda inocencia de una infancia; ella era………….. Una simple flor.
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Dedicated to my friends on Flickr Tierra del Fuego.
It is not the impressionism of Monet, the oils used brushes and canvases, but ... ..
As you know the red is the traditional color of love. All this is related to the message of a classic "I love you" with a rose, orchids, dahlias and a long etcetera. etc.
But poppies and that is said?
I prefer to associate with these poppies is my reflection:
In the field, one is the red poppy, two days of life has given to the nature of their leaves wither and fall to the wet or dry soil, and without life or comfort.
I feel sad to see the death of a poppy beauty florida showed me in my walks through the countryside and now it is nothing.
The wind has already taken my flowers, I need to see him, gave me life and joy as she was all poetry, it was all an innocent child, she was ... ... ... ... .. A simple flower.
It’s all for God.
Not only were you created by God; you were
created for him, too. The ultimate goal of the
universe is to show the glory of God. It is the
reason for everything that exists, including
you. God made it all for his glory. Without
God’s glory, there would be nothing.
What is the glory of God? It is who God is.
It is his nature, his character, and his power.
Where is the glory of God? Just look around.
Everything created by God reflects his glory in
some way. We see it everywhere, from the most
microscopic form of life to the vast Milky Way,
from sunsets and stars to storms and seasons.
Creation reveals our Creator’s glory. You can
learn a lot about God’s character just by
looking around. Through nature we learn that
God is powerful, that he enjoys variety, loves
beauty, is organized, and is wise and creative.
The Bible says, “The heavens declare the glory of
God.”
- Rick Warren's Purpose Driven Life
Today I decided to go to Eastern State Penitentiary in Philadelphia, PA. It was very hazy outside so shooting mainly inside was perfect. I had never been but the experience was awesome! This place is considered America's most historic prison.
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Situada entre las calles San Andrés y San Vicente Ferrer, está la farmacia "JUANSE" que sin ser de las más antiguas de Madrid si es una de las más atractivas. Su preciosa fachada de azulejos de Talavera hace de la Farmacia Juanse, fundada en 1892, un atractivo más del barrio de Malasaña.
La decoración exterior de la farmacia es posterior a su fundación (alrededor de 1920). Los azulejos están un tanto deteriorados pero seguramente han llegado a nuestros días por una casualidad que les salvó. Estuvieron ocultos durante muchos años bajo una capa de yeso porque en los años cuarenta del siglo pasado la publicidad situada en paredes estaba sometida a un impuesto. El dueño de la farmacia decidió taparlos hasta que volvieron a ver la luz en los años setenta.
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Essa planta rasteira originária da Rússia, que geralmente tem entre 25 e 30 centímetros na fase de florescimento, possui pequenas flores azuis, flores brancas e flores rosadas presentes durante as primaveras dos mais belos jardins do planeta.
Ela deve ser cultivada sob o sol ou à meia sombra e é utilizada como forração e bordas em canteiros, além de fornecer um toque especial em composições de jardins de pedras. O Miosotis gosta de baixa temperatura, sendo que o seu cultivo é mais indicado em lugares de altitude como os que existem na região sul do Brasil, lá o Miosotis se adaptou muito bem.
Aquilo que pensamos ser as flores do Miosotis, na verdade são inflorescências terminais que se assemelham a espigas, longas, com formações de flores muito curtas e azuis..
A sua beleza é apreciada e encontrada em nos jardins de diversos países em razão da facilidade do seu cultivo. Além disso, ela apresenta mais de 50 variedades.
O Miosotis também é conhecido como Verônica. Presentear com essa planta pode representar uma bela declaração como, por exemplo: “meu amor por ti é sincero”. A forma das flores, com seus reduzidos tamanhos, sugerem simplicidade, humildade e união como condições acima de interesses materiais.
Curiosidades
As flores Miosotis também são conhecidas como “não se esqueça de mim” ou ”não me esqueças” em várias línguas — non-ti-scordar-di-me, na Itália, forget-me-not na língua inglesa etc. São várias as formas de se explicar o seu nome, são diversas as lendas e estórias que passaram de pai para filho. Em uma antiga e romântica lenda alemã, conta-se esse nome está relacionado à última frase de um cavaleiro que, tentando alcançar uma flor para oferecer para a sua companheira, por conta do peso da armadura caiu em um rio e se afogou. Em outra lenda, conta-se que o nome teria sido dado por Adão, ainda no Éden, que ao nomear as flores do jardim esquecera desta e, mais tarde, ao constatar que essa planta havia sido esquecida, deu-lhe então o nome de Miosotis como forma de compensação por seu esquecimento. Uma terceira lenda, cristã e popular, diz-se que as flores dessa planta teriam ficado da cor azul quando a Virgem Maria lhes derramou lágrimas por cima. Na Europa há um folclore que costuma atribuir diversos poderes mágicos ao Miosotis, tratando-o, por exemplo, como chave mágica para tesouros enfeitiçados.
Guia de Plantas
Pixie Lott Live ~ Under The Bridge ~ Chelsea Football Club ~ London ~ England ~ Monday November 24th 2014.
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Well, in a break from the Kylie Minogue photos, here's some of the equally gorgeous Pixie Lott, currently to be seen tearing up "Strictly Come Dancing" on BBC1 here in the UK at weekends, but in her day job, she has a new album out called "Platinum Pixie" released on Monday...:)
These shots are from the secret gig, Album launch at Under the Bridge, a venue under Stamford Bridge, in the grounds of Chelsea Football club!! As a fellow West Ham supporter, I've Noooooooooooooooo idea why she chose THAT venue, perhaps Upton Park for fully booked lol.:) Anyhoo a great evening was had by all.....so now go and win Strictly girl...:)
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2009 Challenge, Day 267: MATH
Had doctor's appointment this morning, on our way the doctor's office called on my cell, the doctor will be late an hour!!! I was happy!! Hurry, hubby take me to my swans, I have a feeling!!
Once downloaded, found the right one and the title come to me just like that (finger snap :))!!
The title says it all, NO!!!
O, forgot, doc said I'll live!! continue medicines, orange juice, plenty of liquid, yada yada yada, the cough still bad though and the breathing but I'll survive, o he smiled at my camera/photography story from hubby, and said best therapy!!!
The moral of the story, got my challenge shot, got my medicine, drowsiness is kicking in, c u guys later on your streams!!!
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P.S. You can still comment on the previous post if you like, at least I'll have some reading when lose sleep!!! :)))
P.S.2. Bread feeding, hubby's caring touch :)
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Stanici Maden opouštěl dne 15. září 2023 dálkový spoj AH 52013 "Güney Kurtalan Ekspresi" [Kurtalan–Ankara], který byl veden lokomotivou DE 22.037. Město Maden leží v údolí mezi menšími pohořími Maden Dağları a Akdağ na východě Turecka, kde železnice a dálnice společně překonávají rozsáhlé pohoří Taurus. Toto nevelké město je známé zejména díky krásné krajině a také díky těžbě měděné rudy, ze které se následně získává stříbro.
Nome Científico: Callistephus chinensis
Nomes Populares: Áster-da-china, Astér, Malmequer-de-sécia, Rainha-do-mercado, Rainha-margarida, Sécia
Família: Asteraceae
Categoria: Flores Anuais
Clima: Continental, Mediterrâneo, Oceânico, Subtropical, Temperado, Tropical
Origem: Ásia, China, Japão
Altura: 0.6 a 0.9 metros
Luminosidade: Meia Sombra, Sol Pleno
Ciclo de Vida: Anual
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Passano gli anni,
i treni, i topi per le fogne,
i pezzi in radio,
le illusioni, le cicogne.
Passa la gioventù,
non te ne fare un vanto:
lo sai che tutto cambia,
nulla si può fermare.
Cambiano i regni,
le stagioni, i presidenti, le religioni, gli urlettini
dei cantanti......
E INTANTO PASSA IGNARO
IL VERO SENSO DELLA VITA
Si cambia amore, idea, umore,
per noi che siamo solo di passaggio.
Soffia la Verità
nel Libro della Formazione.
Passano gli alimenti,
le voglie, i santi, i malcontenti.
NON CI SI PUO' BAGNARE
DUE VOLTE NELLO STESSO FIUME.
né prevedere i cambiamenti di costume.
E INTANTO PASSA IGNARO
IL VERO SENSO DELLA VITA
Ci cambiano capelli, denti e seni,
a noi che siamo solo di passaggio.
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Fonte do Mouro (Fontana del Moro) - Fountain of the Moor - At the southern end of Piazza Navona, in front of the brazilian embassy, we find the Fontana del Moro, designed by Giacomo della Porto and erected in 1575. The fountain has statues of four Tritons and the basin is made of special antique rose marble. In 1654, Bernini carved the central figure, a muscular Triton riding a dolphin, that resembles a "Moor". Thus, the fountain is called the Fountain of the Moor. During a restoration in 1874, the original sculptures were moved to the Villa Borghese and substitute copies were made and are still on the fountain.
Navona Square (Piazza Navona).
Following, a text, in english, from Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia:
Piazza Navona is a city square in Rome, Italy. It is built on the site of the Stadium of Domitian, built in first century AD, and follows the form of the open space of the stadium.[1] The ancient Romans came there to watch the agones ("games"), and hence it was known as 'Circus Agonalis' (competition arena). It is believed that over time the name changed to 'in agone' to 'navone' and eventually to 'navona'.
Defined as a public space in the last years of 15th century, when the city market was transferred to it from the Campidoglio, the Piazza Navona is a significant example of Baroque Roman architecture and art. It features sculptural and architectural creations: in the center stands the famous Fontana dei Quattro Fiumi or Fountain of the Four Rivers (1651) by Gian Lorenzo Bernini; the church of Sant'Agnese in Agone by Francesco Borromini and Girolamo Rainaldi; and the Pamphilj palace also by Rainaldi and which features the gallery frescoed by Pietro da Cortona.
The Piazza Navona has two additional fountains: at the southern end is the Fontana del Moro with a basin and four Tritons sculpted by Giacomo della Porta (1575) to which, in 1673, Bernini added a statue of a Moor, or African, wrestling with a dolphin, and at the northern end is the Fountain of Neptune (1574) created by Giacomo della Porta. The statue of Neptune in the northern fountain, the work of Antonio Della Bitta, was added in 1878 to make that fountain more symmetrical with La Fontana del Moro in the south.
At the southwest end of the piazza is the ancient 'speaking' statue of Pasquino. Erected in 1501, Romans could leave lampoons or derogatory social commentary attached to the statue.
During its history, the piazza has hosted theatrical events and other ephemeral activities. From 1652 until 1866, when the festival was suppressed, it was flooded on every Saturday and Sunday in August in elaborate celebrations of the Pamphilj family. The pavement level was raised in the 19th century and the market was moved again in 1869 to the nearby Campo de' Fiori. A Christmas market is held in the piazza.
Other monuments on the Piazza Navona are:
Stabilimenti Spagnoli
Palazzo de Cupis
Palazzo Torres Massimo Lancellotti
Church of Nostra Signora del Sacro Cuore
Palazzo Braschi (Museo di Roma)
Sant'Agnese in Agone
Literature and films
The piazza is featured in Dan Brown's 2000 thriller Angels and Demons, in which the Fontana dei Quattro Fiumi "The Fountain of the four rivers"(the Danube, the Gange, the Nile and the River Plate) is listed as one of the Altars of Science. During June 2008, Ron Howard directed several scenes of the film adaptation of Angels and Demons on the southern section of the Piazza Navona, featuring Tom Hanks.
The piazza is featured in several scenes of director Mike Nichols' 1970 adaptation of Joseph Heller's novel, Catch-22.
The Fontana dei Quattro Fiumi was used in the 1990 film Coins in the Fountain. The characters threw coins into the fountain as they made wishes. The Trevi Fountain was used in the 1954 version of the film.
Fonte do Mouro.
Fontana del Moro está localizada ao sul da Piazza Navona. Tem este nome devido à representação de um etíope (mouro) a lutar com um golfinho. A obra foi projetada por Bernini, para dar conclusão à fonte de Giacomo Della Porta, construída em 1576, e esculpida por Giovanni Antonio Mari, em 1654. A estátua do etíope é acompanhada por tritões e máscaras, que são cópias das originais hoje postas em algumas fontes dos jardins da Villa Borghese.
Praça Navona.
A seguir, um texto em português, da Wikipédia a Enciclopédia livre:
A Praça Navona (em italiano: Piazza Navona) é uma das mais célebres praças de Roma. A sua forma assemelha-se à dos antigos estádios da Roma Antiga, seguindo a planificação do Estádio de Domiciano (também denominado entre os italianos de Campomarzio, em virtude da natureza rude e esforçada dos exercícios - manejo de armas - e desportos atléticos que aí se realizavam). Albergaria até 20 mil espectadores sentados nas bancadas. A origem do nome deve-se ao nome pomposo que lhe foi dado ao tempo do Imperador Domiciano (imperador entre 81-96 d.c.): "Circo Agonístico" (do étimo grego Agonia, que significa precisamente - exercício, luta, combate). Actualmente o nome corresponde à corruptela da forma posterior in agone, depois nagone e finalmente navone, que por mero acaso significa também "grande navio" na língua italiana.
As casas que entretanto e com o passar dos anos foram sendo construídas sobre as bancadas, delimitariam e circunscreveriam até à actualidade o tão afamado Circo Agonístico.
A Navona passou de fato a caracterizar-se como praça nos últimos anos do século XV, quando o mercado da cidade foi transferido do Capitólio para aí. Foi remodelada para um estilo monumental por vontade do Papa Inocêncio X, da família Pamphili e é motivo de orgulho da cidade de Roma durante o período barroco. Sofreu intervenções de Gian Lorenzo Bernini (a famosa Fontana dei Quattro Fiumi (Fonte dos Quatro Rios, 1651) ao centro); de Francesco Borromini e Girolamo Gainaldi (a igreja de Sant'Agnese in Agone); e de Pietro de Cortona, que pintou a galeria no Palácio Pamphilj, sede da embaixada do Brasil na Itália desde 1920.
O mercado tradicional voltou a ser transferido em 1869 para o Campo de' Fiori, embora a praça mantenha também um papel fundamental em servir de palco para espectáculos de teatro e corridas de cavalos. A partir de 1652, em todos os Sábados e Domingos de Agosto, a praça tornava-se num lago para celebrar a própria família Pamphili.
A praça dispõe ainda duas outras fontes esculpidas por Giacomo della Porta - a Fontana di Nettuno (1574), na área norte da praça, e a Fontana del Moro (1576), na área sul.
Na extremidade norte da praça, por debaixo dos edifícios, foram postas a descoberto ruínas antiquíssimas, a uma cota muito abaixo da actual, comprovando a primeva utilização daquele imenso terreiro. Outros monumentos com entrada para a praça:
Stabilimenti Spagnoli
Palazzo de Cupis
Palazzo Torres Massimo Lancellotti
Church of Nostra Signora del Sacro Cuore
Curiosidades
Na Piazza Navona, está localizado o Palazzo Pamphilj, propriedade da República Federativa do Brasil, sede da Embaixada Brasileira e da Missão Diplomática do Brasil para a Itália.
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Can you smell it, this wonderful aroma of the sea blown to the beach by a calm sea breeze? I'm back from a short trip to the Baltic Sea for a visit at my parents. After extreme rainfall on Friday and Saturday, we spent a wonderful evening at the beach yesterday.
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Der Cotopaxi ist mit 5.897 m der zweithöchste Berg Ecuadors und einer der höchsten aktiven Vulkane der Erde. Obwohl aktiv, ist er der am häufigsten bestiegene Berg des Landes und einer der meistbesuchten Gipfel Südamerikas.
Topographie
Der Cotopaxi liegt in dem nach ihm benannten Nationalpark in der gleichnamigen ecuadorianischen Provinz Cotopaxi ca. 50 km südlich von Quito. Er gehört zur „Allee der Vulkane“ in den östlichen Anden.
Als ecuadorianischer Berg ist der Chimborazo mit 6.310 m zwar höher, aber nicht mehr vulkanisch aktiv. Als weltweit höchster aktiver Vulkan gilt derzeit der 6.893 m hohe Ojos del Salado in Argentinien/Chile.
Durch seine regelmäßige, konische Form und die Eiskappe auf dem Gipfel entspricht der Cotopaxi dem Idealbild eines Stratovulkans. Der Krater hat am Gipfel einen Durchmesser von 800x550 m und ist ca. 350 m tief.
Geschichte
Der Name Cotopaxi bedeutet „Thron des Mondes“. Den einheimischen Völkern der Region galt der Berg schon vor dem Beginn der Inkaherrschaft im 15. Jahrhundert als Heiliger Berg. Er wurde als Regenspender und damit Garant für die Fruchtbarkeit des Landes und als Sitz von Göttern verehrt.
Der erste Europäer, der versuchte den Berg zu besteigen, war Alexander von Humboldt im Jahre 1802. Er erreichte eine Höhe von ca. 4.500 m. 1858 erforschte Moritz Wagner den Berg, aber auch er erreichte nicht den Gipfel. Bis zum Gipfel gelangte siebzig Jahre später, am 27. November 1872, der Geologe Wilhelm Reiß. 1873 bestieg Moritz Alphons Stübel, 1880 Edward Whymper den Cotopaxi. Bekannt wurde auch die Besteigung des Malers Rudolf Reschreiter und Hans Meyer im Jahr 1903. Reschreiter fertigte mehrere Gemälde des Berges an.
Heutzutage werden regelmäßig Besteigungen mit Bergführern durch ecuadorianische Reisebüros angeboten. Hierbei kann heute bis 4.600 m mit dem Auto gefahren werden. Auf 4.800 m Höhe befindet sich die Jose-Ribas-Schutzhütte, in der Touristen übernachten können und von der aus der Aufstieg beginnt.
Vulkanismus
Seit 1738 ist der Cotopaxi etwa 50 Mal ausgebrochen. Davon waren die gewaltigsten Eruptionen die der Jahre 1744, 1768 und 1877. Die große Eruption 1877 schmolz den Gipfelgletscher vollständig ab, so dass die entstehende Schlammlawine das umliegende Land mehr als 100 km weit überflutete und die Stadt Latacunga komplett zerstörte. Der letzte größere Ausbruch war 1904, die letzte größere Aktivität 1975–76 bestand in einer Temperaturerhöhung, Rauchbildung und kleineren Erdbeben. Auch heute ist oft Rauchausstoß zu beobachten.
Quelle: de.wikipedia.org/wiki/Cotopaxi
L'ÉVENTAIL ROUGE... View On proper Black
I became a lover of red later in life.
I took a course on colours years ago, very interesting, a real eye-opener... all very logical!
HOW THE COLOR RED AFFECTS US PHYSICALLY:
It increases enthusiasm.
It stimulates energy and can increase the blood pressure, respiration, heartbeat, and pulse rate.
It encourages action and confidence
It provides a sense of protection from fears and anxiety.
Red stands for Happiness, Celebration and Ceremony!
Red is the color most commonly associated with joy and well being. It is the color of celebration and ceremony. A red carpet is often used to welcome distinguished guests. Red is also traditional color of seats in opera houses and theaters. Scarlet academic gowns are worn at by new Doctors of Philosophy at degree ceremonies at Oxford University and other schools. In China, it is considered the color of good fortune and prosperity, and it is the color traditionally worn by brides. In Christian countries, it is the color traditionally worn at Christmas by Santa Claus, because in the 4th century the historic Saint Nicholas was the Greek Christian Bishop of Myra, in modern-day Turkey, and bishops then dressed in red
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See my imperfections, or just read the words.
"We'll make it I swear"
Thank you to my brother for writing this on me. And for always thinking I'm weird, but never questioning.
Thank you to everyone who read my words and found a little piece of themselves somewhere in there. Thank you to those of you who told me that. Thank you to those of you who didn't. Thank you to those of you who simply read it; that is more than enough. Thank you to those of you who understand. Thank you to those of you who don't; I would be nothing without you. Thank you to those of you who cared and saw my hurting and told me I'm enough.
You give me hope.
It would seem I have a thing for backs.
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Před zastávkou Grindeni byl dne 28. dubna 2018 zachycen osobní vlak 3082 [Cluj Napoca – Teiuş] vedený "šestikolákem" 40.0540, který za sebou táhnul čtyři celomodré vozy. Jednalo se o náhradu za turnusovou elektrickou jednotku řady 58. Za zmínku stojí barevně sladěná souprava, jelikož v té době již byl celomodrý nátěr na osobních vozech na ústupu a ve velké míře se aplikoval nový firemní nátěr.
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i was tagged by Vera ♥ pics, here goes:
1. What I like to photograph the most:
people! i love portraiture, i think it would be really fun to do fashion photography someday.
2. What I like to photograph the least:
architecture & abstract photography
3. Photography Pet Peeves:
overprocessed things. i hate most HDR photos, they look soso fake. i don't mind if things aren't sooc as long as they aren't sickeningly overprocessed.
4. What I admire from other photographers:
the ability to capture sunset lighting in every photo.
5. What I'd like to learn better:
photoshop. i recently got into using curves and all that but i think it's amazing how much you can do with an otherwise boring photo, though as i said i don't like things that are too overprocessed.
alright, i'm gonna tag:
go write in my formspring! (it's a place where you can anonymously write whatever you want to me and i'll reply in the comments of the formspring picture, for those of you who don't know) :)
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Lyric : [Intro]
Jarry: Sino mày kéo thằng kelbi lại coi đừng để nó nhảy
Lil’Sino: Ông làm gì vậy ông bị điên hả …dừng lại
KelBi: Mày đừng cản tao ……huhuhu
Jarry: vì 1 đứa con gái có đáng để mày làm vậy không hả…thằng kia
Lil’Sino: đừng làm vậy…. hãy viết cho nó 1 lá thư đi
KelBi: lá thư hả…. tao phải viết làm sao đây
Jarry: viết bằng cảm xúc thật của mày đó…..bao nhiu ngày qua… mày lụy con nhỏ này
có đáng ko…bây giờ mày tỉnh giấc chưa hả…tỉnh đi
[Ver1- Mr.KelBi]
Lá thư cuối cùng anh sẽ viết dành cho em
Lá thư cuối cùng anh sẽ viết không trọn vẹn
Từng vết nức, từng trang giấy , anh phải viết, viết ra sao
Từng nổi nhớ, từng cảm giác, anh phải viết, như thế nào
Làm sao có thể viết lên khi 1 tờ giấy còn màu trắng
Làm sao có thể nói lên khi 1 tình iu không may mắn
Nỗi đau vẫn còn mình tôi tình iu sao phai phôi
Tình em cũng đã vậy rồi em đã ra đi theo người mới
Nước mắt vẫn còn mong theo 1 tình iu không mong đợi
Hãy thả từng nhịp cảm xúc nỗi nhớ bay xa khơi
Nỗi đau vẫn còn trong tim làm sao viết thành lời
Chỉ còn lại những hi vọng 1 tình iu không mơ tới
Nỗi nhớ ấm áp ngày nào làm sao có thể vơi
Vơi sao bao nỗi bùn tình iu sao chơi vơi
Kết thúc 1 lá thư 1 tình iu không trọn vẹn
Một bài hát đầy cảm xúc 1 kết thúc dành cho em
[Chorus-Jarry]
[Chorus]
Nhớ…nhớ phút giây xưa mặn nồng
Giờ em đã .. đã đi không về
Làm sao để thôi buồn,dù tình này giờ đã xa
Thì thôi anh không ước mong
Nay … nay trên lối xưa không còn
Một hình dung bên anh thuở nào
Giờ chỉ còn ký ức và những điều đắng cay
Đành quên , quên đi ước mơ
[Ver2-Lil’Sino]
Gió thổi bai tất cả chỉ còn nỗi buồn vương trên vai
Nay anh phải câm lặng để em bước típ cùng ai
Hình ảnh vẫn còn đó tình iu của anh vẫn còn đó
Bao kỉ niệm vẫn còn đó nhưng sao em nay không còn đó
Trong cuộc tình chúng ta thì anh đúng hay anh sai
Em có biết không rằng anh rất đau đớn khi chia tay
Dòng thư viết trên giấy anh không tin có ngày mai
Khi anh biết theo màn đêm em đã ra đi không quay lại
Từng nhịp tim anh đập theo làn song vỗ từng cơn
Dòng thư cuối anh viết con tim anh quá đau đớn
Khi lúc xưa đã tin rằng em sẽ không xa lìa
Nay vỡ tan dòng cảm xúc vì em đã bước cùng ai kia
Ngọt ngào rồi cay đắng em đã dành tặng cho anh
Hạnh phúc rồi nước mắt chúng đã đến sao quá nhanh
Có lẽ những ngày sau 1 mình anh sẽ típ tục
Hướng tới 1 ngày mai khi cuộc tình chúng ta đã kết thúc
[Chorus]
[Coda]
Dẫu biết đó lá thư này.. sẽ ko tới tay em..
Đêm ngày.. chờ mong tin em nơi xa xăm
Từng đêm anh vẫn thầm mơ
----------------------- The End ------------------------
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Nathan stood alone on the steps of the ruined Jedi Temple, the dunes of Ossus cascading before him. High above he could make out the dim shape of the Imperial Light Cruiser hanging in orbit. Even closer were the pristine white angles of the Shuttle soaring down to the planet, coming for them.
His mind raced. Why was the Empire here? Were they followed? Was the Empire tracking the Lucky Star? Had they led them right to a temple full of dangerous Jedi and Sith secrets?
Worst of all was the thought that Mayla was somehow involved. That he had been stupid to trust her, that she’d been playing him all along.
There wasn’t time to think about that now. It didn’t matter. What mattered was dealing with the situation.
Ozz and Eefo were safely away to the Searcher’s camouflaged outpost on the speeder bike. They couldn’t risk the Empire following them and finding the outpost, there was too much to lose there. That’s why Nathan had stayed behind: he was going to be the distraction. How very brave of him, he thought wryly. How was he going to find Mayla as a corpse?
He had a blaster pistol and one of Eefo’s storm conductors. It wasn’t one of his better ideas, but he could make this work.
Step one: draw their attention. It was crucial that he make them forget about the speeder bike. The process for this step was a little inelegant, but sometimes the obvious choice was the best one.
He flicked off the safety on Eefo’s blaster pistol. He couldn’t help but laugh. This was going to look absurd.
He raised the pistol, aimed at the shuttle, and pulled the trigger. He did this several more times, firing enough shots at the starship that it might draw its pilot’s attention. It was impossible to do any damage--especially from a few hundred feet away--but their sensors would notice, and he had to hope they’d choose the temple and the source of the blaster fire as a more interesting landing zone than wherever the speeder bike was headed.
It worked. He watched the shuttle nervously, but soon he could tell it had worked. Based on their flight path, they were coming in an arc towards him. He punched the air in triumph, but he didn’t have time to rest on his laurels. It was time for step two, and he had always been disciplined when it came to processes. That’s probably a part of why he had so few friends.
Eefo showed him how to operate her Conductor before she’d left. The Searchers used the charged chromium poles to attract Ossus’ giant storms and drain them for energy. Energy wouldn’t do him much good; all he needed was the storm.
He flicked the switch to reverse the charge on the pole, and left it planted in the ground. Nothing seemed to happen, and he looked at the sky anxiously. He guessed it took a few minutes.
The shuttle alighted a few hundred feet away, its wide wings closing gracefully with its dorsal fin, its ramp lowering with a hiss. Down walked an Imperial officer clad in gray, accompanied by a tall figure in black robes, and a squad of remnant stormtroopers.
It must’ve been the sight of the stormtroopers that did it. Suddenly it felt real. Those people could shoot and kill him. Nathan felt every fiber of his body push him to run and hide. But he had to wait for the storm.
The sky began to darken as the group of Imperials crossed the dunes toward the temple, creating a dramatic shadow over the flatlands. Lighting arced in the sky above, occasionally flashing down and striking the conductor, forcing Nathan to cover his eyes to avoid being blinded. The stormtroopers were close enough that he could make out the vents on their helmets. The storm was here, he had to move now.
He raised the blaster once more, and fired a bolt at the conductor.
With a dramatic burst of energy, it exploded, knocking him off his feet and into the temple atrium. He scrambled to his feet to find some sort of cover. He located the dead droid chassis on the staircase and clambered behind it, like a rabbit running to its warren.
Outside, things had become dangerous. Lighting, previously contained and directed toward the conductor, now had no conductor on which to focus. Bolts now struck the ground freely and often, crystalizing the orange sand. A flash of light incinerated a stormtrooper and created a rush of activity among the group, who dashed towards the temple doors for cover.
Lt. Syfot brushed himself off once indoors, surveying his squad for casualties. The Vu’othh stood by, disturbingly serene as always.
Syfot turned to scan the empty atrium. There was obviously someone here. Someone who would presently be killed.
“Come out, swine! Pathetic,” he sneered. “Troopers, find them!”
The stormtroopers, emblazoned with the Pyerce colors, fanned out into the ruins, E-11s raised.
Two approached the staircase where Nathan was hiding. Any second now and he’d be done for.
He turned to stare at the darkness of the tunnels. He had only just emerged from that pitch-black pit, no part of him wanted to go back down there. But he knew the way, at least better than the Imperials. It was his only chance to survive.
So he allowed himself to be pushed further inside the temple. He scrambled down the stairs, ignored the shout from the stormtroopers above, jumped to dodge the blaster bolts that flashed past, and ran at a sprint through one of the lower doorways. He would disappear into the dark.
Nathan ran, and turned, and ran, and turned, until he was sure he had taken a convoluted enough path that the stormtroopers wouldn’t easily be able to follow. It was silent now, in the horrible way that caves sometimes are, where the pressure of the rock above seems to bear down and muffle everything in a quiet dark.
The blaster, he realized, had fallen when the exploding conductor knocked him down. He had nothing to fight with.
He felt terribly alone.
He really didn’t want to die in the dark.
Thoughts of Mayla helped brighten his mood, and her smile appeared in his mind’s eye. But those thoughts were quickly soured by the possibility that she was behind the Imperials’ appearance. Instead, he remembered the only people he knew he trusted, or at least closest to it. He wished Ozz were with him; he’d be just as terrified, of course, but at least they could banter back-and-forth about the hellishness of the situation. At least he’d have a friend.
“You must be Nathan.”
His heart flew out of his chest and he stumbled to the ground. A soft blue glow touched the dusty ground under his fingers, and illuminated his arms as he raised them in defense.
“Woah!” he shouted. “What--”
A woman stood there, though what she was doing was closer to floating. She was ageless and calm, and smiled at him softly in a way that the caretakers at the orphanage had, when he looked particularly foolish and in need of rescue.
“I met your friend, Ozzamandes. We enjoyed a lovely conversation.”
Nathan starred in the way one does when encountered with a ghost, when they had previously believed ghosts to be entirely fictional. Despite his shock, he was able to mutter a skeptic, “Doesn’t sound like the Ozz I know.”
He climbed to his feet with some effort, suddenly afraid this glowing...whatever-it-was would give him away. And that he was going crazy.
The woman became suddenly urgent.
“Come with me, young one. They search for you. I can show you a way out.”
“Yes,” Nathan burst. “Please, please. Thank you!”
She smiled, and gestured for him to follow.
They hurried through the tunnels, away from the distant sounds of stormtrooper chatter and the barks of the officer.
“Dark spirits haunted these tunnels, until today. Your friend convinced me to banish them.”
Nathan wasn’t sure what to do with this information. “Wow,” is what he settled for.
“Come, it isn’t far now--” she turned suddenly, alarm flashing across her noble face. “What--? Such...evil,” she scowled. “That presence, do you sense it? But I banished--”
In a horrible dying of the light, as though her glow suddenly sickened and withered, the woman disappeared. Nathan was left alone, once more.
“Hello?” he called in a unnerved whisper. “W-Where did you go?”
He gasped and jumped. A facemask peered at him from the half-dark, a long-fingered hand outstretched.
“What did you do to her?” Nathan demanded, backing slowly away from this new figure.
The creature stepped slowly toward him, its black robes swishing against the rock-strewn ground.
“The spirit returned to the Force. Do not be afraid,” slithered a voice.
Nathan felt himself go still, bound by unseen, unfelt hands. He grunted and struggled, but the ghastly mask appeared in his vision, craning down at him. The pallid fingers pressed against his face.
“Come, speak to Absalom.”
Nathan came to with labored, frantic breaths, his body numb. He slumped against the stairs in the atrium, the crumbled edge digging into his back. Thunder rolled overhead, shaking the ground.
The creature from the tunnels stood watching him, but it was the Imperial officer who now filled his sight. He grinned like a madman, the sort of grin only moments away from killing you.
“What...the--” Nathan managed. Lt. Syfot had no patience for blubbering.
“You, boy. I came here for something, and--congratulations--you are in the fortunate position of giving it to me.” He cast a glance to the Vu’othh, saying quietly, “If my...consultant, is to be believed.” He then straightened and said, once again in his loudest, most in-charge tone of voice, “You seem to know these ruins well. I suspect your presence here indicates familiarity with the subject of my search. Yes, yes...I’d wager good money on that. You little leech.”
“Uh,” Nathan said, raising an eyebrow. “ I’m sorry, but...what the krif are you going on about?”
Syfot turned and whacked him painfully across the face.
“Shut your mouth, until I order otherwise.”
Hanging his head and wincing in pain, Nathan considered that maybe mouthing off hadn’t been the right move. One of his teeth felt loose.
“Don’t worry, I’ll have plenty of time for you to talk soon. Garel, Targonn, Yavin VI...you have been busy, haven’t you?”
No way, Nathan thought. He couldn’t know that was them.
“Yavin is, naturally, the odd one out. But to lose two spies in the same sector, in the same week? These, I am sure, were you. And from there you picked up the trail, found your way to the temples of Yavin’s moon, and of course, to here. How do I know this? Because I am brilliant, you little fool. Hit him!”
Before Nathan could react, a stormtrooper stepped forward and slammed the butt of his blaster carbine into his gut, knocking the air out of him. He doubled over, his side aching.
“And if you started on Targonn, well, I wonder which of our agents it was you encountered first…the girl?”
Nathan felt any number of sudden, powerful emotions. He did his best to keep all of them away from his face. He went slack, diligently avoiding Syfot’s gaze.
Syfot apparently found this amusing. He leaned down until they were inches apart, a smile toying at the corner of his mouth. There were scars across his face, subtle ones, ones he had tried to conceal. The violence in his eyes was overwhelming up close. It was as though a wild animal were trying to play dress up as a gentleman.
“Ahhh, the girl. Quite the beauty, but, as I understand, it’s only skin-deep. You must know her as...Mayla, perhaps? Oh, my poor boy. Did she put you up to this? Is she why you’re here?” He tisked sympathetically, and Nathan wanted so badly to hit him. “Then she is truly cruel indeed. Now, I admire a little imagination--let no one say differently--but most of our agents accomplish Moff Pyerce’s goals in more traditional ways. I’m not sure I approve. But…” his grin widened, as did his eyes. “I cannot complain about the results. A most useful tool you’ve proven to be, indeed. You’ve rooted out our weak links beautifully! Congratulations are in order.”
Syfot started to clap, then looked around to his squad. “Come now, congratulate our young friend! Quite the hero.”
Hesitantly, the Stormtroopers began to join in the applause. Some of them added mocking words or cheers.
The Vu’othh just watched.
Nathan stared at the ground defiantly, feeling utterly defeated. What if it was true? It wasn’t unlikely. Of course he’d been played. Of course this had all been for nothing.
Finally, Syfot had had his fun. He gestured for them to stop, and like that, the room was silent but for the sound of thunder. His grin disappeared. He grabbed Nathan’s shoulder and his fingers dug in, his face so close Nathan could smell his breath.
“Now, your chance to be truly useful. Tell me, boy, what you know. Where is Balaam’s Heart?”
As if on queue, the sounds of starships rose over the peals of thunder to reach their ears. The stormtroopers rushed to the doorways, and raised their blasters. Syfot stared at Nathan a moment more, running his tongue over his teeth before releasing him, and turning towards his men.
“What is this? What’s going on!”
Nathan knew, and he managed a weak smile.
The Searchers had arrived.
“Secure my shuttle! Go! You, contact the Rigorous for fighter support!” He turned last to the Vu’othh, whom he stared at as though wondering if it was worth it. When he finally spoke, it was painfully polite. “If it pleases you, any aid would be welcome.”
The Vu’othh bowed its head slightly, and Syfot was glad to leave off there.
Nathan heard the scream of TIE fighters and the sounds of battle outside. He was pulled to his feet; they were going for the shuttle.
They left the temple for the diminished light of the storm-cloud sky, lighting striking with no delay. The Searchers, he saw, were on speeder bikes and on foot. Their freighters were not warships, and were only useful as transports. The stormtroopers had kept the Searchers at bay, engaging them where they’d taken cover behind the rocks. The lightning was a constant danger, and struck unpredictably around the dunes.
Nathan was pulled out into the open, and he saw the open ramp of the shuttle waiting for him. Imprisonment, torture...Imperial victory.
He heard a buzz from his left, and the stormtrooper let go of his arm. A speeder bike came hurtling towards them. Blaster bolts rang past his ears, downing one of the stormtroopers, and he felt someone grab his harness. All of a sudden he was being dragged behind the bike, the sand scraping against his backside. Someone grabbed his arms, tried to help him onboard.
“Gotcha, kid! Not bad for a guy who’s never fished!”
“Ozz!” Nathan grinned. He grabbed the bike as tightly as he could with both arms and legs. Eefo was driving. “Eefo! Thank you!”
As selfless and heroic as their mad dash to Nathan had been, it was bound to cost them something. That’s when the bike lost control. It was struck by blaster fire in the charge, lost one of its balance pylons, and went spinning out from under them. They all had the sense to bail, jumping and rolling roughly into the sand as the bike went smashing into the sand, bouncing, losing parts with every impact.
The battle raged around them. Syfot and the Vu'othh passed by, making their way to the shuttle when step 3 of Nathan's plan miraculously came to pass: a stray bolt of lightning came down in the exact spot where the shuttle had been landed. Superheated molecules made impact with engine fuel, resulting in a blinding flash. A spectacular blue explosion threw sparks and metal out of the left side of its hull, and the entire thing fell unceremoniously onto its side.
Syfot and his entourage stopped in their tracks, staring at what had been their plan of escape.
"No!" Syfot shouted. He turned to survey the battlefield, and that was when he spotted Nathan, Eefo, and Ozz lying a few meters away. The three climbed to their feet, and a stand-off ensued.
"Contact the Rigorous," barked the Lieutenant. "They must send everything! All our forces! Crush these insects!" He ordered, before turning to Nathan with fury in his eyes. "WHERE IS THE HEART, BOY! WHERE IS IT!" He screamed, his dignity long-forgotten.
"You'll never get it!" Nathan taunted, unable to resist the chance to rub it in. "You're a failure! You're pathetic! And you'll never get what you want. I'm going to take it from you." Nathan glanced at Ozz. "We're gonna take it from you."
Ozz had enough to worry about already. He had no axe to grind, and definitely no desire to provoke the near-rabid officer any further. "No, no, just you! You're gonna take it from him. I'll just...eh, watch."
There was a wave of noise from behind them. The Searchers made a push forward, giving the Imperials no choice but to retreat. Abay, newly restored to his former glory, led the charge.
Syfot turned to run. "I'll find you! I'll find the heart! You'll rue this day, boy! You'll wish you'd never crossed my path!"
One of his troopers pulled him into safety behind the wreckage of the shuttle, while the Searchers similarly enveloped Nathan, Ozz, and Eefo into their own battle line.
"Quite a mess!" Exclaimed Abay. "But nothing we can't handle."
Eefo looked at the Duros with barely restrained hope. "Scriptist, are you..."
"Back?" He smiled. "I certainly am." He looked at Nathan. "Did you find what you need, Son?"
"Yes! Once this fight's over, we'll go--"
Abay cut him off with a shake of the head. "No. If it concerns something worthy of the Empire's interest, you must go immedietly. Take one of our speeder's back to your ship. We'll handle these stragglers!"
Nathan struggled with that, but Ozz knew there was no time to waste. "We'll take you up on that, gramps!"
Eefo turned to them, her eyes serious. "I'm really free?"
"Yeah, I meant what I said," Nathan replied.
"Then I'm staying with my people," she said firmly, with another look at Abay as though she couldn't believe it. "I'll make things right. Thank you. Don't let the Heart fall into the wrong hands."
Nathan gave her a wry look, considering their previous conversations. "Are there right hands?"
"There are wrong hands," the Rodian replied bluntly, and she pointed at the waiting speeder. "Now go!"
They hustled away, ducked low to avoid blaster fire. Abay called out once more before they sped away.
"Take heart! Find hope! And may the Force be with you!"
Nathan sensed a funny feeling in himself, in response to those words. A sense of kinship.
"You too!" He called back, and, after checking to make sure Ozz was strapped in behind him, he gunned the speeder's accelerator. They'd get to the Lucky Star and get off this planet. They had to start translating Balaam's writings, and find the next clue, and they had to hurry, before the Empire could catch up.
There was no time to waste.
The battle raged on in Nathan and Ozz's absence. The Searchers pressed their advantage, but ultimately, they were unprepared for the sheer might of the Imperial reinforcements. They fought bravely, but TIE Fighters and the arrival of three more squads of Stormtroopers proved too much to endure.
When they had woken up that day, only a few of their most sensitive had sensed the coming tragedy. Most of them never saw it coming.
Robed warriors lay still on the orange dunes, white-clad troopers walking among them and prodding the bodies with their guns.
Only a few remained alive, including Abay and Eefo. Van Konn died in the fighting. The survivors sat defeated in a circle, some mourned aloud.
Lt. Syfot, now bandaged for a minor blaster wound, commanded the situation. The Vu'othh was at his side.
"The Duros is strong with the force," the Vu'othh told him. "He is dangerous. He must not live."
Syfot listened and considered the Scriptist with an appraising eye. Abay sat kneeling, his head bowed in solemn sorrow.
Syfot made his decision. "Which of you knows the most of things like...this temple?" He asked the circle.
Slowly, Abay looked up. "I do."
"And have you any pupils?"
Eefo struggled to her feet, her head held high. "I have had the honor of learning all he knows!" Then the fire entered her eyes and her voice. "You sick, poor man. You lack knowledge and respect. Your life is a withered one."
Syfot sneered. "Shoot the old man."
Eefo's eyes went wide.
"No!"
A shout went up from the Searchers as the Stormtroopers took aim. They shot Abay, again, and again, until he'd fallen over in the sand, his body smoking. This only happened for a moment, for his body soon disappeared, fading away into nothing.
This disturbed Syfot, but to the eyes of those around he was only thrown off for an instant.
"Bring the Rodian!" He commanded. "The rest will pay for their defiance: you know what to do, Sergeant!"
The squad of Stormtroopers trained their blasters on the defeated Searchers. Many of the robed scholars and warriors reacted bravely. Others bargained.
Troopers dragged Eefo away to a waiting transport, as she struggled and raged.
"No! They have done nothing wrong! Leave them be! LEAVE THEM BE!"
Her cries were muffled by the ship, and the rest of the Searchers joined their fallen brethren in a hail of blasterfire.
When the Imperials were gone, and the Searchers safe at the outpost found them, rites would be performed to return their spirits to the living Force. Each one of the dead would be well mourned and dearly missed.
Already concerned with something else, like a child quickly bored by a toy, Lt. Syfot shook his head in unsettled frustration.
"The boy has our lead on the Heart. Surely he's escaped by now...blast it all to hell. What do you think, Vu'othh?"
The tall creature had watched the execution with passive interest. It now turned to the Leuitenant with a wave of deference and spoke in its persistently unaffected tone.
"Cast away your fears, Absalom," it said, voice filtered by its mask. "The child will continue the hunt as the unknowing servant of the cause. You need only go where you know he must appear."
Syfot thought about where this might be. His eyes grew wide with understanding.
"Back to Mustafar. To the house you first spoke of, yes?"
His tone turned threatening. "Unless he already has that part of the puzzle. If I do as you say, we might very well waste time and lose the trail."
"Waste not your time. Send this one, Absalom. This one submits to your will."
Syfot considered it, enjoying the idea not the least because it meant a great distance between him and this vile thing.
"Very well. Return to the Mustafar system. Wait for the boy there."
"As you desire," said the Vu'othh, and it bowed. Tall and thin as it was, even inclined it towered over the Lieutenant. Another reason he kept their conversations brief.
Syfot turned to survey the battlefield once more, his gaze idle and passive, and entirely unemotional.
That is, except for pride.
The sight of the many bodies, their robed forms at odd angles and in crumpled positions, made him smile. He so enjoyed a lack of loose ends.
"Back to the Rigorous, men!" He announced. "Time is of the essence, and I have a guest to host."
mejor en grande
Puedes ser un numen recorriendo la eterna noche de todas las vidas, recorriendo esquirlas de sentimientos rotos para componer el rompecabezas de tu corazón, que así late hiriendo con las caricias de tus invisibles dedos a quien te abre sus puertas, curándolos con palabras y besos.
Puedes ser un hermosos demonio vestido de seda y adornado de música, de miles de sutiles esferas de colores, de tenues perfumes, que tensas los sentidos noctámbulos sin prisa, envenenando el aire que de ti respiran, atraídos por la luz de tus movimientos sinuosos y redondos, enamorados de tus miradas.
Puedes ser quien habita el mar en cada una de sus gotas, en cada una de sus olas, en cada grano de su peregrina arena, dorada y fina, alfombra y cuna que llama en las noches cálidas a quien busca la calma, con el silencio cómplice de la plateada luna, peinándose en el cristal de sus aguas.
Puedes ser el poema que se escriben en mis dedos, mariposas que vuelan sin alas sobre un cielo blanco , mientras mis ojos esperan cada palabra compuesta por letras coloreadas por tus sonrisas, para alimentar el alma, hambrienta de tantos días de espera, atravesada por la espada del inexorable tiempo.
Ricardo Garcia Martínez