Friday, December 17, 2010
Gameshark Cheats Pokemon Gold Emulator Ipod Touch
This boot the boot the boot that encloses my throat ... Tango
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Horse Breedingcoloured Bands
end by Christmas, Harold Alvarado Tenorio (Colombia)
lied to the right hand and the sinister
halftime
that summer was true.
Well, you did.
In those days Prague was an endless sunshine
, June,
and you, with your 20 completed
to all respectable.
had to see with
garish sweater and cowboy
snuff you said did you
in Salamanca
auction price of Zara Golden
there to see you,
or Cuba or drunk or drunken nights and weeks
reviewing a lost destiny.
No, today we know, the future for you.
All beauty ends and suddenly
said then.
These days, in Cartagena de Indias,
saw a wreck coming from Eckenforde
and I thought it was you, you, that same
in a small hotel in the U Street Obecniho
Dvoratodo a loved summer even
to whom he had adored
in his youth. Oh
days and nights
of Prague
Dubček waiting with champagne in hand,
a change in our lives.
Everything vanished in one night.
While Russian tanks occupied the streets
our love was shattered in a car
Undertakers
Berlin Road.
Oh Brando, Brando, Brando Maria Schneider
screaming to get out of the ground, abandoned and alone
last tango a Parigi.
Harold Alvarado Tenorio
Sunday, December 12, 2010
How Many Cigarettes Does A Pouch Of 30 Make
LETTER II, IDEA VILARIÑO POEM (Uruguay)
You are far and south
to be the only one 
Reading poems this day, Idea book (beautiful name by the way); poem is "In the most implacable of the night," Poetry Prize winner José Lezama Lima, Casa de las Americas, 2005. I found it by chance looking for a biography of Juan Carlos Onetti of whom more than you want, I can not separate them. Because I feel her breath on the beautiful poems of the poet who was able to be with life, blood and all the grandeur of the poetic word.
there are four.
Leaning back in your chair
supported the coffee table
your room
lying on a bed
yours or someone
you wish to delete, I am thinking of you
not
seekers with you what I want.
I'm thinking of you and minutes ago
maybe half
not know.
When the light is over
know which are the nine
stretch out the blanket I put on the black suit
and I spend the comb.
'll go to dinner is clear.
But at some point I
again this quarter
'll throw me in bed and then you remember what
say my desire to see
I look
your presence of man I need in life is
will
as now you get in the afternoon
already
night thing I care in the world.
Friday, December 10, 2010
Really Dry Day Before Period?
RECESS, MARTÍNEZ Mercis story. (Ciudad Bolivar, Venezuela)
El Recreo comb
If today I achieved this way I look. Today in my lunch box and I only want to give it juice. At least I'll be close, again. Her hair smelled like condensed milk and was black, black. Tickled my nose, she did not realize. I was distracted by taking the juice. We were sitting, was full recreation and all ran in all directions. Rubber band playing but I would not go this time. Even half lacked juice. When I was sitting not tell the difference, but when he walked his lameness noticed it until the one-eyed janitor. Again the smell of condensed milk. I had told Ocumare coming from the coast. His father said he had not drunk, but then as not to see the beer truck coming from the front. In that accident only his leg and a scar on his chin. And fuck the Chamos began again. It was not love, but neither wanted to play rubber band. Or is there that have more than nine years to understand this stupidity. When I get angry I say bad words, but the smell of condensed milk left to go get a fight. Yes, it was beautiful. Very nice, her hair was black, black. All the fourth grade I had been with her all the breaks. He gave one of my yukipak, my mom always got two in case someone was missing and she always lacked. As was missing a pair of shoes. The foot that had him limping spent. I meant the shoe. I always tell her shoes and walk to the eyes of the bulbs of the cars. For this reason alone took me to a psychologist. Feared was a retard. The doctor gave me a lollipop and gave me a kiss on the cheek, after telling my mom I had an IQ: 100. The joy of mom made me give him the pacifier. The Yukipak lasts only ten minutes while she reveals how living in the step of four hundred thirty-two Cemetery. He gets quickie when shots come from above. But uploading carrying buckets full of water is more complicated. Imagine. How much can load this firifiri, which carries a sneeze. I like my hair. I did not like to laugh with gelatin that my mother had thrown in my hair last week. Just bring a YuKipak, but this time I brought two cigarettes. CI/100. She did not row this morning before singing the anthem. It was strange not to see it. The shot fell from ten steps above, it is embedded in his back. We were down to all the yard and the minute of silence calling, it was very long in my chest. Still no room for any noise other than the sound made by sucking the juice of my straw Yukipak.
El Recreo comb
If today I achieved this way I look. Today in my lunch box and I only want to give it juice. At least I'll be close, again. Her hair smelled like condensed milk and was black, black. Tickled my nose, she did not realize. I was distracted by taking the juice. We were sitting, was full recreation and all ran in all directions. Rubber band playing but I would not go this time. Even half lacked juice. When I was sitting not tell the difference, but when he walked his lameness noticed it until the one-eyed janitor. Again the smell of condensed milk. I had told Ocumare coming from the coast. His father said he had not drunk, but then as not to see the beer truck coming from the front. In that accident only his leg and a scar on his chin. And fuck the Chamos began again. It was not love, but neither wanted to play rubber band. Or is there that have more than nine years to understand this stupidity. When I get angry I say bad words, but the smell of condensed milk left to go get a fight. Yes, it was beautiful. Very nice, her hair was black, black. All the fourth grade I had been with her all the breaks. He gave one of my yukipak, my mom always got two in case someone was missing and she always lacked. As was missing a pair of shoes. The foot that had him limping spent. I meant the shoe. I always tell her shoes and walk to the eyes of the bulbs of the cars. For this reason alone took me to a psychologist. Feared was a retard. The doctor gave me a lollipop and gave me a kiss on the cheek, after telling my mom I had an IQ: 100. The joy of mom made me give him the pacifier. The Yukipak lasts only ten minutes while she reveals how living in the step of four hundred thirty-two Cemetery. He gets quickie when shots come from above. But uploading carrying buckets full of water is more complicated. Imagine. How much can load this firifiri, which carries a sneeze. I like my hair. I did not like to laugh with gelatin that my mother had thrown in my hair last week. Just bring a YuKipak, but this time I brought two cigarettes. CI/100. She did not row this morning before singing the anthem. It was strange not to see it. The shot fell from ten steps above, it is embedded in his back. We were down to all the yard and the minute of silence calling, it was very long in my chest. Still no room for any noise other than the sound made by sucking the juice of my straw Yukipak.
Tuesday, December 7, 2010
Uvula Blood Spot In Mouth
A WOMAN OF CAL, teresa poem Coraspe
I'm going to be a woman of lime sand
a woman a woman
sunless
a woman /
has broken all spaces
to find your face in the moon hiding
and look in the reflection that night
allows
I am a woman eaten by the salt
pending a woman
shade and perhaps tie
I know I'm not
nor I know I only know that I hope the last drop of bitter despair
these
empty wine glasses and blue and far your arms and my waist tight
in silence my mouth
vacuum attached to the edge without your kisses
cracked a mouth that can not
ask because he knows where it is permissible to say
A closed mouth with lost keys.
Sunday, December 5, 2010 11.15 pm
a woman a woman
sunless
a woman /
has broken all spaces
to find your face in the moon hiding
and look in the reflection that night
allows
I am a woman eaten by the salt
pending a woman
shade and perhaps tie
I know I'm not
nor I know I only know that I hope the last drop of bitter despair
these
empty wine glasses and blue and far your arms and my waist tight
in silence my mouth
vacuum attached to the edge without your kisses
cracked a mouth that can not
ask because he knows where it is permissible to say
A closed mouth with lost keys.
Sunday, December 5, 2010 11.15 pm
Friday, December 3, 2010
My Leather Couch Is Ripping At The Seam
NALU SILVA MONTERREY,
"Power, Relationship and Partnership between Yek 'WANA of Caura rivers and Erebato"
is an honor of Guyana, the country and the world, this woman Guyanese: SILVA MONTERREY NALU. In his work we assess the degree of love, coupled with close observation is inescapable pattern of the investigator. Indeed, catalog who is or not, writer, is a task difficult among writers prefer to tell people who are fervently devoted to the art of writing, it is their job and they also have a comprehensive thinking on art and art in general, that is, a humanist in every sense of the word. Working with the hard job of reading books and more books until your eyes bleed you, it is not easy. Is not, as some do, that the tree has green leaves as the eyes of his beloved, in this there is no creation, no metaphors, ie, are empty words. Literary art is something else, is to transform reality into one that is not, but he seems. This is to stop an endless dialogue or monologue, (either), never mind. I think Nalu is a writer for the dedication in the difficult craft and art of writing, for his humanistic vision for life, with passion and love we put into what does and what he truly believes. There is no difference, so we're a little poets work and delete the word to leave the impression that we really need to transmit. So with indigenous Nalu, find the track, the social environment, your environment to give us the dream of water, the green mountains of Guiana, which is so magical. So Anthropologist outlines his vision goes far beyond the bones, to give us the raw of those beings who wander the land of our origins, ancestors which still survive in the winter time. That's a bit like saying Nalu Guayana.Teresa Coraspe.
Nalu Anthropologist Rosa Silva Monterrey, Caracas carambola (18 February, 1962) and daughter of good friend René Idrogo and Virginia Silva Monterrey, has ridden on the backs of the Caura River on a canoe, is simply lost. Primary and Secondary Snow College where he graduated with the highest average for a bachelor for the entire state of Bolivar. It is one year in England where he learned English and then to Mexico to National School of Anthropology and History, where he graduated in 1986 with honors and Juan Comas Prize for the best thesis of Anthropology of the year. In 1989, he moved Afranci majoring in Social Anthropology and Ethnology and obtained his doctorate at the Ecole des Hautes Etudes en Sciences Socialesde Paris in 2007. Nalu Silva Monterrey is that always has graduated with top honors. UNEG is a professor since 1994. In 1995 he founded, along with her life partner Alexander Mansutti, Anthropological Research Center of Guyana. He has over 25 published works on the Indians of Guiana, the most recent "Power, Relationship and Partnership between Yek'wana of the Caura rivers and Erebato "with which he competed for his doctorate in Paris (France). Coordinated prospective study of the UNEG to Ciudad Bolivar and is part of "Citizens of Angostura actively working on a proposal to develop CiudadBolívar. An honor to be friends with such a distinguished citizen angostureña, whose name carries a Caño Caura River as a tribute Yek'wana Village, as well as having shared this week presenting his recent book in the House of Twelve windows. Nalu in Portuguese and Galician means Moon.
Data sent by Dr. VICTOR MEDINA SILVA our Email Electone.
Tuesday, November 16, 2010
When Is The Yukon Changing Body Styles
CEPOS Award, freedom Yoani SÁNCHEZ Irma
(International News)
The Cuban dissident and author of an influential blog Yoani Sanchez was awarded the prize on Tuesday CEPOS of freedom for its requirement of freedom of expression, despite threats of imprisonment, said the website of this independent Danish organization. Blog
With 'Generation Y' ( www.desdecuba.com / generacionay ), Yoani Sanchez, who was born in Cuba in 1975, "demands the right to exercise their freedom of expression in his criticism current conditions in Cuba ", states the CEPOS (Center for Political Studies).
years were risking imprisonment" as well as other Cubans who dared to cast the slightest criticism against the communist regime, "continues the traps, which justifies the attribution of this award for a sum of 300,000 kroner (about 40,000 euros).
"Despite enormous personal sacrifices, Yoani Sanchez has shown amazing courage in expressing his personal opinion and honest about the society in currently living, "says the director of the traps, Martin Aagerup.
" Sola and paying the price of a large personal investment, managed to keep the attention on one of the most suffocating dictatorships of the planet, "adds Aagerup, who, according to the website, met with Yoani Sanchez in Cuba this week.
launched his blog" Generation Y "in 2007 and translated into 15 languages \u200b\u200bby volunteers, managed quickly a reputation locally and globally, to the extent that the Cuban government decided to ban access from public terminals of the island, says the traps.
The CEPOS ( http://www.cepos.dk/ ) was founded in 2004 by businessmen, intellectuals and personalities from the world of Danish culture. It is described as a "think tank" that wants to "promote a society based on freedom, responsibility, private enterprise and small government. "
With 'Generation Y' ( www.desdecuba.com / generacionay ), Yoani Sanchez, who was born in Cuba in 1975, "demands the right to exercise their freedom of expression in his criticism current conditions in Cuba ", states the CEPOS (Center for Political Studies).
years were risking imprisonment" as well as other Cubans who dared to cast the slightest criticism against the communist regime, "continues the traps, which justifies the attribution of this award for a sum of 300,000 kroner (about 40,000 euros).
"Despite enormous personal sacrifices, Yoani Sanchez has shown amazing courage in expressing his personal opinion and honest about the society in currently living, "says the director of the traps, Martin Aagerup.
" Sola and paying the price of a large personal investment, managed to keep the attention on one of the most suffocating dictatorships of the planet, "adds Aagerup, who, according to the website, met with Yoani Sanchez in Cuba this week.
launched his blog" Generation Y "in 2007 and translated into 15 languages \u200b\u200bby volunteers, managed quickly a reputation locally and globally, to the extent that the Cuban government decided to ban access from public terminals of the island, says the traps.
The CEPOS ( http://www.cepos.dk/ ) was founded in 2004 by businessmen, intellectuals and personalities from the world of Danish culture. It is described as a "think tank" that wants to "promote a society based on freedom, responsibility, private enterprise and small government. "
Sunday, November 14, 2010
Cute Dresses For A Batmisfa
Antonorsi pillows ... WRITERS
Lifetime Achievement Solo
"stone upon stone." Sidor Art Gallery. Puerto Ordaz. Bolivar State, Venezuela 2003
"Daily Petra." Gallery Nature. Porlamar, Nueva Esparta State. Venezuela.
"Monograph # 2" Piedras. Artepuy Gallery. Caracas, Venezuela. 2004 Group shows
2010
"Transformation." Group exhibition of ceramic sculpture. Sidor Art Gallery. Puerto Ordaz, Bolivar State. Venezuela
"Guayanitud Shining." Group Show International Women's Day. Baobab Gallery Lounge. Ciudad Bolivar, Bolivar State. Venezuela
2009 "Regional Art Exhibition Unexpo." Ecomuseum Caroni. Puerto Ordaz, Bolivar State. Venezuela
"Collective Gallery A Priori." Panama City.
"Falling in love." Hotel Intercontinental Guayana. Puerto Ordaz. Venezuela
2008
"Iberoamerican Art Fair." Templar Gallery. Intercontinental Hotel Tamanaco. Caracas, Venezuela
"Ceramics Edition 2008." Templar Gallery. Caracas, Venezuela
2007
"Visions." Center for the Arts. Ciudad Bolivar, Venezuela
"1a Unexpo Small Format Displays." Universidad Nacional Experimental Politécnica "Antonio José de Sucre". Puerto Ordaz. Bolivar State. Venezuela.
"7 Evening Santa Lucia." Santa Lucia, Maracaibo, Zulia State. Venezuela
"Visual Arts Award Exhibition Municipal Juan Lovera." Banco Industrial de Venezuela, Caracas, Venezuela
"XXXIV National Arts Hall of Fire." Gallery Universitaria Braulio Salazar. Valencia, Carabobo, Venezuela
2006
"Elit-Tile." Museum of Contemporary Ceramics. Santo Domingo, Dominican Republic.
"XXXIII National Arts Hall of Fire." Gallery Universitaria Braulio Salazar. Valencia, Carabobo State. Venezuela
"Autonomy and Displacement." Works from the Collection of Banco Mercantil. (Traveling) Museo de Miranda. Los Teques, Miranda State. Venezuela
"13 Women, 13 Artists." Old Jail Bldg. Ciudad Bolivar, Venezuela
"1st Biennial Water." Mirador Angostura. Ciudad Bolivar, Venezuela
"Plurality and variety. Twentieth Anniversary "Fire Art Workshop School. Top Anauco house. Caracas, Venezuela
2005
"Ceramic Extreme." Gallery Spazio Zero. Caracas, Venezuela
"The Flight of the Rose." Sotage Gallery. Puerto La Cruz, Anzoátegui State. Venezuela.
"XXI century Venezuelan Art, Homage to Jesus Soto." Museum of Contemporary Art Jesus Soto, Ciudad Bolívar. Museo Jacobo Borges, Caracas, Venezuela.
"transaction." Gallery Space. Caracas, Venezuela.
"II Salon of Visual Arts University of East Bolivar." Old Jail Bldg. Ciudad Bolivar, Venezuela.
"Women in Angostura." Cultural leadership of the Governor of Bolivar State. Old Jail Building. Ciudad Bolivar, Venezuela.
"Encounter." Old Jail Bldg. Ciudad Bolivar, Venezuela
2004
"Barro de America, 5th edition." Centro de Arte de Maracaibo Lia Bermudez. Maracaibo, Zulia State. Venezuela
"Hue" is. " Sidor Art Gallery. Puerto Ordaz, Bolivar State. Venezuela
"Visual Arts Award Exhibition Municipal Juan Lovera." Caracas, Venezuela
"XXXI National Arts Hall of Fire." Braulio Salazar University Gallery. Valencia, Carabobo State. Venezuela
2003
"XXX National Arts Hall of Fire." Gallery Universitaria Braulio Salazar. Valencia, Carabobo.
"Profiles." Institute of Visual Arts Armando Reveron. Ciudad Bolivar, Venezuela
"Art Gallery Opening Vitanza Mara." Civil Arts Association of Fire "Mara Vitanza. Ciudad Bolivar, Venezuela
"Unit", Institute of Visual Arts Armando Reveron (ISAV), Ciudad Bolívar, Bolivar State. Venezuela
2002
"XXIX National Arts Hall of Fire." Braulio Salazar University Gallery. Valencia, Carabobo State. Venezuela.
"Amen." Institute of Visual Arts Armando Reveron. Ciudad Bolivar, Venezuela
Agora of Fire ", Casa de la Cultura Carlos Raúl Villanueva. Ciudad Bolivar. Bolivar State. Venezuela.
"Links." Institute of Visual Arts Armando Reveron. Ciudad Bolivar, Venezuela.
2001
"National Salon of Visual Arts Francisco Lazo Martí." Cell. Guarico State. Venezuela.
"XXVIII National Arts Hall of Fire." Braulio Salazar University Gallery. Valencia, Carabobo State. Venezuela.
"V Biennale of Visual Arts." Puerto La Cruz, Anzoátegui State. Venezuela.
"Our Land." House of Angostura. Ciudad Bolivar, Bolivar State. Venezuela.
"Traces of Fire." Museo Jacobo Borges. Caracas, Venezuela
"Relations." Institute of Visual Arts Armando Reveron. Ciudad Bolivar, Venezuela. 2000
Art, Environment Meeting. " Bar, Ciudad Bolivar. Bolivar State, Venezuela
"Millennium." Casa de la Cultura Carlos Raúl Vilanueva. Ciudad Bolivar, Bolivar State. Venezuela "Fusion", Living Commander José Tomás Machado. "Ciudad Bolívar, Bolivar State.
Venezuela
representation Collections
Museum of Contemporary Ceramics. Dominican Republic Contemporary Ceramics
Banco Mercantil. Venezuela
Awards and
Mention Ceramics. Venezuelan Association of the Arts of Fire. AVAF - National Exhibition of Arts of Fire. Valencia, Carabobo State. Venezuela. 2003. Three Dimensional Work
Special Mention - City of Visual Arts Award "Hall Juan Lovera." Caracas, Venezuela.
2004-II First Prize Sculpture Exhibition of Visual Arts University of East Bolivar. Ciudad Bolivar, Bolivar State. Venezuela. 2005
Irma pillows, a personal view of teresa Coraspe.
I do not know if I go in rain, snow, or much further: in the clouds or the flashes of white moons. I'm just looking at those solid and soft, coming out of the hands of Irma Antonorsi, potter, seeks to find in that color Magic the precise ways in which your imagination leads, maybe going to meet the purity, between death and life, this exquisite whiteness, those pillows soft to the eye that looks ready for the break because incite noting, sleep, and not just the dream of sleep, but the dream of being truly awake, and is a chemical, in the wake where the soul rests and is that really looks in ecstasy created forms that are shaping and defining an attitude towards life through art. Irma, created pure, light objects in a magnificent light and know the journey that touches base through his hands settled down to earth. Irma was born in Panama, Venezuela nationalized, country of residence for many years. Here she is with one of his works, unfortunately are not pillows, but it is his creation which forms a whole.
Coraspe Teresa.
Lifetime Achievement Solo
"stone upon stone." Sidor Art Gallery. Puerto Ordaz. Bolivar State, Venezuela 2003
"Daily Petra." Gallery Nature. Porlamar, Nueva Esparta State. Venezuela.
"Monograph # 2" Piedras. Artepuy Gallery. Caracas, Venezuela. 2004 Group shows
2010
"Transformation." Group exhibition of ceramic sculpture. Sidor Art Gallery. Puerto Ordaz, Bolivar State. Venezuela
"Guayanitud Shining." Group Show International Women's Day. Baobab Gallery Lounge. Ciudad Bolivar, Bolivar State. Venezuela
2009 "Regional Art Exhibition Unexpo." Ecomuseum Caroni. Puerto Ordaz, Bolivar State. Venezuela
"Collective Gallery A Priori." Panama City.
"Falling in love." Hotel Intercontinental Guayana. Puerto Ordaz. Venezuela
2008
"Iberoamerican Art Fair." Templar Gallery. Intercontinental Hotel Tamanaco. Caracas, Venezuela
"Ceramics Edition 2008." Templar Gallery. Caracas, Venezuela
2007
"Visions." Center for the Arts. Ciudad Bolivar, Venezuela
"1a Unexpo Small Format Displays." Universidad Nacional Experimental Politécnica "Antonio José de Sucre". Puerto Ordaz. Bolivar State. Venezuela.
"7 Evening Santa Lucia." Santa Lucia, Maracaibo, Zulia State. Venezuela
"Visual Arts Award Exhibition Municipal Juan Lovera." Banco Industrial de Venezuela, Caracas, Venezuela
"XXXIV National Arts Hall of Fire." Gallery Universitaria Braulio Salazar. Valencia, Carabobo, Venezuela
2006
"Elit-Tile." Museum of Contemporary Ceramics. Santo Domingo, Dominican Republic.
"XXXIII National Arts Hall of Fire." Gallery Universitaria Braulio Salazar. Valencia, Carabobo State. Venezuela
"Autonomy and Displacement." Works from the Collection of Banco Mercantil. (Traveling) Museo de Miranda. Los Teques, Miranda State. Venezuela
"13 Women, 13 Artists." Old Jail Bldg. Ciudad Bolivar, Venezuela
"1st Biennial Water." Mirador Angostura. Ciudad Bolivar, Venezuela
"Plurality and variety. Twentieth Anniversary "Fire Art Workshop School. Top Anauco house. Caracas, Venezuela
2005
"Ceramic Extreme." Gallery Spazio Zero. Caracas, Venezuela
"The Flight of the Rose." Sotage Gallery. Puerto La Cruz, Anzoátegui State. Venezuela.
"XXI century Venezuelan Art, Homage to Jesus Soto." Museum of Contemporary Art Jesus Soto, Ciudad Bolívar. Museo Jacobo Borges, Caracas, Venezuela.
"transaction." Gallery Space. Caracas, Venezuela.
"II Salon of Visual Arts University of East Bolivar." Old Jail Bldg. Ciudad Bolivar, Venezuela.
"Women in Angostura." Cultural leadership of the Governor of Bolivar State. Old Jail Building. Ciudad Bolivar, Venezuela.
"Encounter." Old Jail Bldg. Ciudad Bolivar, Venezuela
2004
"Barro de America, 5th edition." Centro de Arte de Maracaibo Lia Bermudez. Maracaibo, Zulia State. Venezuela
"Hue" is. " Sidor Art Gallery. Puerto Ordaz, Bolivar State. Venezuela
"Visual Arts Award Exhibition Municipal Juan Lovera." Caracas, Venezuela
"XXXI National Arts Hall of Fire." Braulio Salazar University Gallery. Valencia, Carabobo State. Venezuela
2003
"XXX National Arts Hall of Fire." Gallery Universitaria Braulio Salazar. Valencia, Carabobo.
"Profiles." Institute of Visual Arts Armando Reveron. Ciudad Bolivar, Venezuela
"Art Gallery Opening Vitanza Mara." Civil Arts Association of Fire "Mara Vitanza. Ciudad Bolivar, Venezuela
"Unit", Institute of Visual Arts Armando Reveron (ISAV), Ciudad Bolívar, Bolivar State. Venezuela
2002
"XXIX National Arts Hall of Fire." Braulio Salazar University Gallery. Valencia, Carabobo State. Venezuela.
"Amen." Institute of Visual Arts Armando Reveron. Ciudad Bolivar, Venezuela
Agora of Fire ", Casa de la Cultura Carlos Raúl Villanueva. Ciudad Bolivar. Bolivar State. Venezuela.
"Links." Institute of Visual Arts Armando Reveron. Ciudad Bolivar, Venezuela.
2001
"National Salon of Visual Arts Francisco Lazo Martí." Cell. Guarico State. Venezuela.
"XXVIII National Arts Hall of Fire." Braulio Salazar University Gallery. Valencia, Carabobo State. Venezuela.
"V Biennale of Visual Arts." Puerto La Cruz, Anzoátegui State. Venezuela.
"Our Land." House of Angostura. Ciudad Bolivar, Bolivar State. Venezuela.
"Traces of Fire." Museo Jacobo Borges. Caracas, Venezuela
"Relations." Institute of Visual Arts Armando Reveron. Ciudad Bolivar, Venezuela. 2000
Art, Environment Meeting. " Bar, Ciudad Bolivar. Bolivar State, Venezuela
"Millennium." Casa de la Cultura Carlos Raúl Vilanueva. Ciudad Bolivar, Bolivar State. Venezuela "Fusion", Living Commander José Tomás Machado. "Ciudad Bolívar, Bolivar State.
Venezuela
representation Collections
Museum of Contemporary Ceramics. Dominican Republic Contemporary Ceramics
Banco Mercantil. Venezuela
Awards and
Mention Ceramics. Venezuelan Association of the Arts of Fire. AVAF - National Exhibition of Arts of Fire. Valencia, Carabobo State. Venezuela. 2003. Three Dimensional Work
Special Mention - City of Visual Arts Award "Hall Juan Lovera." Caracas, Venezuela.
2004-II First Prize Sculpture Exhibition of Visual Arts University of East Bolivar. Ciudad Bolivar, Bolivar State. Venezuela. 2005
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Why Do I Get A Headache From Turtle Beaches
defectors, Carlos Yusti
Writers defectors
Carlos Yusti
"We all know that writing comes from a man or a woman sitting alone in a room with a hook, a cup of coffee and, in the old days, a cigarette. " Doris Lessing
friends with other writers tried to create a network of writers. We met some parameters trying to create social security for the writer, usually a full-time pelabola.
was a plural network in which there was everything: the poet who never wrote, but is a supporter of any cause loss, clarified that he wrote poems to extremists militants in the worst style of Chinese Valera Mora, bohemian todomedaigual always, there were the costumes as writer Luis Alberto Crespo, who had a well founded and we work others, the usual killjoy skeptics that despite the state wrote a promoter of cultural and all liars culturologists have infested political power. Gradually the dogmatic nostalgic for the redemption of the people, who are always there, wanted to label the network as a socialist. The discrepancies were felt even by the most notorious Bohemian, did not seem ethical or much less alcohol such a proposal.
Politics is the arena where the imagination stops to make way for the lyrics of the numbers and percentages. The policy makes practical sense. Search results. Poetry, and art in general, instead cling to the intangibles and achievements rather than flush with the skin every day of days looking for plowing in the sea of \u200b\u200bspirit. Of course the party commissioners consider this fraud, amariconadas crap and claiming the top leader is obedient minions (seals submissive is said in the jargon) to clap their biographical crap (and his lousy taste in music) on national TV.
One is enslaved to words to keep hands busy with chores less vacuous to applaud. Writing is clean pass in the world from the imagination and memory, from the creative metaphor and humor. We write to discard the clichés, slogans and textbooks, through the Marxists to those used to learn to drive. Writing has more to do with the parachute that commitment.
George Perec at a meeting of intellectuals in debating issues highbrow literature, shyly raised her hand to tell a personal experience: "... I want to talk I gave a jump. At first it seems that there is no relationship between a parachute jump and a discussion among intellectuals. And indeed, there is not. Simply put, if I can convey my feelings at this moment ... the memories of a parachute jump I did a long time ... I think we all see that there are certain commonalities, but for now I can not define it, but I think it will define somehow. So start. We are at an airfield. There are a few jumpers. Should not only understand what paratrooper in the sense that is given today, we only think that among all these paratroopers is a paratrooper I am, George Perec [awkward giggles], ie someone who has some good will, pleasure life and the difficulties that can resolve or intends to solve exactly the extent that franking get all the steps required to jump. There are several planes circling the track that made a huge noise. The wait is extremely long. We all experience some sort of disappointment because, while we wait, many people are going before us, ie there are many people who are risking before us, and we can not prove that we also size. We just hope, smoke a cigarette, let's piss, (...) and then at a certain time, give an order: the aircraft. " Write and live
are spectacular jumps into the void. To take risks is What is at issue and disposal facilities. If some writers are content to sign letters of support for the top leader or manifests (on behalf of the liberation of the peoples of the imperialist yoke) discredit the risks that involves creative writing. If many writers want to be just an ornament of power in a given historical circumstances, we do a disservice to literature and become creative risk escapees. If the writer prefers the land and keep pissing (or clapping) calm is valid, but yielding his turn for others to do the most incredible leap of their lives and not soiled so exasperated with slogans and beating their breasts for the redemption of the dispossessed.
Carlos Yusti
"We all know that writing comes from a man or a woman sitting alone in a room with a hook, a cup of coffee and, in the old days, a cigarette. " Doris Lessing
friends with other writers tried to create a network of writers. We met some parameters trying to create social security for the writer, usually a full-time pelabola.
was a plural network in which there was everything: the poet who never wrote, but is a supporter of any cause loss, clarified that he wrote poems to extremists militants in the worst style of Chinese Valera Mora, bohemian todomedaigual always, there were the costumes as writer Luis Alberto Crespo, who had a well founded and we work others, the usual killjoy skeptics that despite the state wrote a promoter of cultural and all liars culturologists have infested political power. Gradually the dogmatic nostalgic for the redemption of the people, who are always there, wanted to label the network as a socialist. The discrepancies were felt even by the most notorious Bohemian, did not seem ethical or much less alcohol such a proposal.
Politics is the arena where the imagination stops to make way for the lyrics of the numbers and percentages. The policy makes practical sense. Search results. Poetry, and art in general, instead cling to the intangibles and achievements rather than flush with the skin every day of days looking for plowing in the sea of \u200b\u200bspirit. Of course the party commissioners consider this fraud, amariconadas crap and claiming the top leader is obedient minions (seals submissive is said in the jargon) to clap their biographical crap (and his lousy taste in music) on national TV.
One is enslaved to words to keep hands busy with chores less vacuous to applaud. Writing is clean pass in the world from the imagination and memory, from the creative metaphor and humor. We write to discard the clichés, slogans and textbooks, through the Marxists to those used to learn to drive. Writing has more to do with the parachute that commitment.
George Perec at a meeting of intellectuals in debating issues highbrow literature, shyly raised her hand to tell a personal experience: "... I want to talk I gave a jump. At first it seems that there is no relationship between a parachute jump and a discussion among intellectuals. And indeed, there is not. Simply put, if I can convey my feelings at this moment ... the memories of a parachute jump I did a long time ... I think we all see that there are certain commonalities, but for now I can not define it, but I think it will define somehow. So start. We are at an airfield. There are a few jumpers. Should not only understand what paratrooper in the sense that is given today, we only think that among all these paratroopers is a paratrooper I am, George Perec [awkward giggles], ie someone who has some good will, pleasure life and the difficulties that can resolve or intends to solve exactly the extent that franking get all the steps required to jump. There are several planes circling the track that made a huge noise. The wait is extremely long. We all experience some sort of disappointment because, while we wait, many people are going before us, ie there are many people who are risking before us, and we can not prove that we also size. We just hope, smoke a cigarette, let's piss, (...) and then at a certain time, give an order: the aircraft. " Write and live
are spectacular jumps into the void. To take risks is What is at issue and disposal facilities. If some writers are content to sign letters of support for the top leader or manifests (on behalf of the liberation of the peoples of the imperialist yoke) discredit the risks that involves creative writing. If many writers want to be just an ornament of power in a given historical circumstances, we do a disservice to literature and become creative risk escapees. If the writer prefers the land and keep pissing (or clapping) calm is valid, but yielding his turn for others to do the most incredible leap of their lives and not soiled so exasperated with slogans and beating their breasts for the redemption of the dispossessed.
NOTE: You can read his essays on the web: www.arteliteral.com
Monday, November 8, 2010
Replacing Shower Door Magnet
VICTORIA Servidio (Argentina)
Victoria Servidio
Biographical: Victoria Estela
Servidio. Cosquín was born in Cordoba in 1947, retired doctor, specializing in gynecology and obstetrics. UNC.
His love of letters born in childhood and youth, fostered at home and the close relationships maintained with Nicolás Avellaneda Library Cosquín organization founded in 1923, which spent several members family.
began writing at age 14 continued to date. Since 2001
attends literary workshops in the city of Cordoba, with dwelling, his first book published by Editor Narvaja 2006.
Within its production are, poetry, prose fiction, prose poetry, essays.
In December 2006 she participated in the Latin American Arts Festival, held in the city of Mar del Plata, organized by the Poetry Foundation the same, as a speaker and presentation of Teresa.
participated in the Meeting of Poets which takes place in the environment Cosquín Folk Festival 2007, 2008.2009. Director and Managing Editor say, review letters art, culture, graphic editing independent nonprofit in Cosquín, Córdoba, presented in the marathon of poetry and narrative of Mar de Ajo, organized by the Foundation of poets René Villar in November 2008, with his new book "Weapons of the poet "Narvaja Editor. Participant
first national and international outdoor advertising, magazines organized by the San Luis de Cuyo, Mendoza and San Juan, held on 3 and 4 September in St. Louis.
www.revista-decires.blogspot.com
deciresrevista@yahoo.com.ar .
PROFILE.
The mirror shed
the fringes of my dreams.
The profiles of the night crying
absences. Wind Words
words of the shadow masked loneliness
in the mask of silence
LOVE LOST Lost Love
without war soldier wanders
winter trenches. Moonlight
bursts into the room
Distant Memories:
hands bound bodies
wielding wind chimes
dew on the grass
pitcher of promise. Love lost
bird crying
absences
stabbing
forget
retentive soul that bleeds
wound left a deep mark. ABSENCE
suspect I can upload another absence
bevel the vacuum I can not fill in the arid
expected to absorb heat of silence
impotence.
suspect that I can resurrect
daily despite
loads and vacant gully
SI TE VAS
If you go sweep the absence
suns and the moon
breeze that
moments and memories. So I can destroy
and let my love safe.
LIGHTS AND SHADOWS
Lights and shadows of the horizon of time
how many light years is a star.
What is infinity which is eternity.
Conception in a second we see the light of life climbed
and end consumes us in the shade.
(From the book Weapons of the poet)
Biographical: Victoria Estela
Servidio. Cosquín was born in Cordoba in 1947, retired doctor, specializing in gynecology and obstetrics. UNC.
His love of letters born in childhood and youth, fostered at home and the close relationships maintained with Nicolás Avellaneda Library Cosquín organization founded in 1923, which spent several members family.
began writing at age 14 continued to date. Since 2001
attends literary workshops in the city of Cordoba, with dwelling, his first book published by Editor Narvaja 2006.
Within its production are, poetry, prose fiction, prose poetry, essays.
In December 2006 she participated in the Latin American Arts Festival, held in the city of Mar del Plata, organized by the Poetry Foundation the same, as a speaker and presentation of Teresa.
participated in the Meeting of Poets which takes place in the environment Cosquín Folk Festival 2007, 2008.2009. Director and Managing Editor say, review letters art, culture, graphic editing independent nonprofit in Cosquín, Córdoba, presented in the marathon of poetry and narrative of Mar de Ajo, organized by the Foundation of poets René Villar in November 2008, with his new book "Weapons of the poet "Narvaja Editor. Participant
first national and international outdoor advertising, magazines organized by the San Luis de Cuyo, Mendoza and San Juan, held on 3 and 4 September in St. Louis.
www.revista-decires.blogspot.com
deciresrevista@yahoo.com.ar .
PROFILE.
The mirror shed
the fringes of my dreams.
The profiles of the night crying
absences. Wind Words
words of the shadow masked loneliness
in the mask of silence
LOVE LOST Lost Love
without war soldier wanders
winter trenches. Moonlight
bursts into the room
Distant Memories:
hands bound bodies
wielding wind chimes
dew on the grass
pitcher of promise. Love lost
bird crying
absences
stabbing
forget
retentive soul that bleeds
wound left a deep mark. ABSENCE
suspect I can upload another absence
bevel the vacuum I can not fill in the arid
expected to absorb heat of silence
impotence.
suspect that I can resurrect
daily despite
loads and vacant gully
SI TE VAS
If you go sweep the absence
suns and the moon
breeze that
moments and memories. So I can destroy
and let my love safe.
LIGHTS AND SHADOWS
Lights and shadows of the horizon of time
how many light years is a star.
What is infinity which is eternity.
Conception in a second we see the light of life climbed
and end consumes us in the shade.
(From the book Weapons of the poet)
Friday, November 5, 2010
Red Splotch On Breast
Who is writing? FIRENZE
Who is written? (ALDO NOVELLI)
I started writing at puberty for me same. locked in my little ivory tower, a miserable pension of a city nefasta.Un day I opened the door and left the world and discovered that no one knew me, that the world was huge and alien, then back to my attic and I started writing for the world. Went for a walk, talking to strangers and wrote their stories of failure and unrealistic desires.
Until one day the world came into my room and pushed me outside, then it was not the same world, I had to earn my bread and found men and women who had no bread in his mesa.En that time, beaten and trampled by the world's wild feet, I started writing to change the world, I grabbed a gun loaded with future and went to fight for beautiful and unattainable utopías.Hasta the world with their hits I tore my body, locked in a dark cave and screamed: "stupid idealist lost, we won," then, in that dark hole I started writing to save my own years culo.Después happened to the days when I stopped to look back, I saw the road full of potholes and dirty puddles, the road that it can not be walked again.
Today, with more defeats than love, I write only to the greengrocer on the corner, my friend Andrés.Cada once edited a book, the first thing I take is to Andrés.Él not read poetry, or literature or anything other than the newspaper every morning, says there is everything: novels, drama, love, history, politics and religion, humor and fantasy, beauty and obscenity, life and death and no longer needed, and rightly so. but I still carry my poor librito.Él you open it and read the first poem, if it understands and reads like the second, as is one that does not like, closes the book and place it in the only grocery store shelf biblioteca.Nunca which acts more as open.
not as well read my books. A night of barbecue and trick, crammed and gorged beast of wine, told me secretly that he read a book completely, another put on the shelf after the first explanation is poema.No and neck I'll know for sure, but I feel good about the pact between writer and reader that we desarrollado.Además as he says, his library in a single rack, it is only my books, adding slyly, books the best known poet, the only one who knows.
is for me, is a personal pride that no other writer can darse.Todos my failures are there, and that's my success, unique, unbeatable, compared to all writers and poets of the world!. Therefore
friends and poets, I can tell at this moment I will continue writing until I die, for my friend Andrew, grocer the corner.
/ / aldo luis novelli / poet spic and laburante .- luis
A hug impetuoso.aldo novelli / from the edge of the desert .-
I started writing at puberty for me same. locked in my little ivory tower, a miserable pension of a city nefasta.Un day I opened the door and left the world and discovered that no one knew me, that the world was huge and alien, then back to my attic and I started writing for the world. Went for a walk, talking to strangers and wrote their stories of failure and unrealistic desires.
Until one day the world came into my room and pushed me outside, then it was not the same world, I had to earn my bread and found men and women who had no bread in his mesa.En that time, beaten and trampled by the world's wild feet, I started writing to change the world, I grabbed a gun loaded with future and went to fight for beautiful and unattainable utopías.Hasta the world with their hits I tore my body, locked in a dark cave and screamed: "stupid idealist lost, we won," then, in that dark hole I started writing to save my own years culo.Después happened to the days when I stopped to look back, I saw the road full of potholes and dirty puddles, the road that it can not be walked again.
Today, with more defeats than love, I write only to the greengrocer on the corner, my friend Andrés.Cada once edited a book, the first thing I take is to Andrés.Él not read poetry, or literature or anything other than the newspaper every morning, says there is everything: novels, drama, love, history, politics and religion, humor and fantasy, beauty and obscenity, life and death and no longer needed, and rightly so. but I still carry my poor librito.Él you open it and read the first poem, if it understands and reads like the second, as is one that does not like, closes the book and place it in the only grocery store shelf biblioteca.Nunca which acts more as open.
not as well read my books. A night of barbecue and trick, crammed and gorged beast of wine, told me secretly that he read a book completely, another put on the shelf after the first explanation is poema.No and neck I'll know for sure, but I feel good about the pact between writer and reader that we desarrollado.Además as he says, his library in a single rack, it is only my books, adding slyly, books the best known poet, the only one who knows.
is for me, is a personal pride that no other writer can darse.Todos my failures are there, and that's my success, unique, unbeatable, compared to all writers and poets of the world!. Therefore
friends and poets, I can tell at this moment I will continue writing until I die, for my friend Andrew, grocer the corner.
/ / aldo luis novelli / poet spic and laburante .- luis
A hug impetuoso.aldo novelli / from the edge of the desert .-
A brief response from my email to Novelli.
No matter who you write, but you do it in ink life and this is very important, as is the reality, that lived, because dreams, those we dream every day, such as the poet said: Dreams are. This piece of glass so unreal with whom or through it, we communicate on a daily basis is odorless and tasteless, it has nothing, is just another lie, but at times with us to drop us lies and then we go on living, of deception to deceive because the truth is inside you and it's hard to have her with us, it is difficult for us to deal with because we are always avoiding loneliness where she is seen in its entirety. So you see that not only wrote for the grocer, but also for the poet friends. "And the chair, Aldo, where it is, the left, away?, You see I will not forget. I greet with special affection. Teresa.
Sunday, October 31, 2010
What Companies Donate Gift Cards?
GIRL, A Vitanza MARA
She owned the space and forms
high
house and castle of light and color
beautiful girl She
Firenze
of eternal darkness between the eyes and warm
soft /
the tropics came on
long ago and live and grow among the roots
your hand flying and smiling
traced in the depth of the walls and canvas
in the glow of the moon and green terra cotta sand
shifting between your hands
open to the timeless beauty of growing
have not
between
corners of the house or a room where the magic gloomy
unraveled
clothes torn
You are ethereal and fly beyond the go
of what can only be perceived by the soul
Firenze Girl
dreamer dreamer of dreams
image forever young and everlasting timeless
the celestial feathered dawn
lady of your hands forever.
to: Mara Vitanza
26.10.2010
Wine Post-war Italy, a day here in River City Bolivar established the School of the Arts of Fire: Alejandro Colina, taught drawing, painting and ceramics. His work has been recognized throughout the country, numerous catalogs tell us about his art, these forms of moon are beautiful and your hands have come with all the tenderness of a great artist. Mara is the time, no doubt. Now he is sick, that's life, has its cycle. I will not refer to its extensive biography as an artist, or her husband Franco Vitanza both fought for a Venezuela free of malaria and many other diseases that plagued the country those years when medicine was the field's value and personal effort Full. I just want to give him a few letters, perhaps a few, for how much it deserves: She's girl Firenze.
in the photo is accompanied by his son Richard, an architect and former director of Tourism of the State of Bolivar, who in the room read to her the gift of a woman who admires and wants, with that silence and admiration tenderness. (Photo by Nancy Belgrabe)
Coraspe Teresa.
FIRENZE GIRL
She owned the space and forms
high
house and castle of light and color
beautiful girl She
Firenze
of eternal darkness between the eyes and warm
soft /
the tropics came on
long ago and live and grow among the roots
your hand flying and smiling
traced in the depth of the walls and canvas
in the glow of the moon and green terra cotta sand
shifting between your hands
open to the timeless beauty of growing
have not
between
corners of the house or a room where the magic gloomy
unraveled
clothes torn
You are ethereal and fly beyond the go
of what can only be perceived by the soul
Firenze Girl
dreamer dreamer of dreams
image forever young and everlasting timeless
the celestial feathered dawn
lady of your hands forever.
to: Mara Vitanza
26.10.2010
Sunday, October 24, 2010
Asin Woman Molested On Train
De Pablo Mora, La Calle 4 (Venezuelan writer)
4
STREET
Pablo Mora Street 4 ... where I launched the village with two old, three brothers and four pieces in between, where I met the tears of willows, where I love time, of that cave, this cave that taught me the face of life, that of Christ showed me the skin tan when the power goes war, Rafael, dangling from a tree forever, Ofelia and his jolly daubs lost cruse not know what the healing of Doña Jabiela maldeojo to both rich and poor beggar, which led me to the chapel, the my father tending his canaries, that of the early morning in search of prayer, Mary Bonita, Muela 'e Gallo, Pedro fudge, Mary turned and always green with his eternal oblivion, Elio and the first rhyme, of the old seminary of my father, with his grades always red, the Vanguard Pedrito, who went to heaven to collect their benefits, to hang habits to go through life making war. Street 4, for the journey by the sea and snow, the highest nightmare, the day he lost my niece, that of the English nun who looked both way to church or the altar, the first item and the first poem, the Acosta Salmerón Blue poem and the sonnet lover of Francisco Luis Bernardez, the God of desiring and desired by Juan Ramón Jiménez next to Goethe's Faust, Vallejo's Human Poems, the Land and Homes in Neruda's Canto General, that of Mayakovsky , Hernandez, Pound, Whitman, and Pavese, that of Dante, Huidobro, Benedetti, Cardinal, Cote Lamus and Gaitán Durán, Fidel, Che, Camilo, Ojeda, Ugarte Pelayo and Argimiro ... of Peter Paul, Dionysius, Olivera, Ilia, Mora Carrero, Manuel Beroes and Philip, the Reuben, Michelangeli, Castro Medina, Mendoza, Alviarez, Augustine or Detuski Brun, Rafael and Carlos Guérin, Myriam, Pereyra, Fields and Ulacio, the Opera Carmen near the brazier of the five pm, the first class at the Santa Teresita, the ounces of sweet and struts, of the Blessed Sacrament, who helped me keep the faith, the sisters Alix and Linda Ruiz with his Album of the Rotunda lines 1902 and 1800, the Sisters Ocariz of Rubio, the moon's three in the morning, the napalm when the lark to take the trip to Cannes and the Alps. Where one evening I went in search of love and I found the monument of France. The lane 4, with Russian missiles, Cuba, Radio Havana, guns and guerrillas, January 23 and the Moncada Barracks and May 68 in Turin in the cold. The black of Julian came from nowhere, that of the black boot where my mother came down and climbed up and down with your parent while I fool shoulder late at night with my friend and parliamentary parliament. Calle 4 No. 12-122. Calle 4 No. 11-61. Calle 4 No. 10-36 up, down and jump through life. Calle 4 No. 15-13. Calle 4 No. l5-l5, the underground struggle, the confinement of life. The peak lane 4 and No. 1-59 Las Acacias, waiting for what comes, crouched in the corner of a room where my life seems anchored to suddenly go any day if not a bastard comes from the CIA to take it ahead of time ... or a police toche screw us patience ... Calle 4 No. 10-36 before a pair of lions of stage ... The peak lane 4 and say ... Las Acacias, pod casting yet, to the beat of the terminal insomnia. De
Terminal Insomnia.
STREET
Pablo Mora Street 4 ... where I launched the village with two old, three brothers and four pieces in between, where I met the tears of willows, where I love time, of that cave, this cave that taught me the face of life, that of Christ showed me the skin tan when the power goes war, Rafael, dangling from a tree forever, Ofelia and his jolly daubs lost cruse not know what the healing of Doña Jabiela maldeojo to both rich and poor beggar, which led me to the chapel, the my father tending his canaries, that of the early morning in search of prayer, Mary Bonita, Muela 'e Gallo, Pedro fudge, Mary turned and always green with his eternal oblivion, Elio and the first rhyme, of the old seminary of my father, with his grades always red, the Vanguard Pedrito, who went to heaven to collect their benefits, to hang habits to go through life making war. Street 4, for the journey by the sea and snow, the highest nightmare, the day he lost my niece, that of the English nun who looked both way to church or the altar, the first item and the first poem, the Acosta Salmerón Blue poem and the sonnet lover of Francisco Luis Bernardez, the God of desiring and desired by Juan Ramón Jiménez next to Goethe's Faust, Vallejo's Human Poems, the Land and Homes in Neruda's Canto General, that of Mayakovsky , Hernandez, Pound, Whitman, and Pavese, that of Dante, Huidobro, Benedetti, Cardinal, Cote Lamus and Gaitán Durán, Fidel, Che, Camilo, Ojeda, Ugarte Pelayo and Argimiro ... of Peter Paul, Dionysius, Olivera, Ilia, Mora Carrero, Manuel Beroes and Philip, the Reuben, Michelangeli, Castro Medina, Mendoza, Alviarez, Augustine or Detuski Brun, Rafael and Carlos Guérin, Myriam, Pereyra, Fields and Ulacio, the Opera Carmen near the brazier of the five pm, the first class at the Santa Teresita, the ounces of sweet and struts, of the Blessed Sacrament, who helped me keep the faith, the sisters Alix and Linda Ruiz with his Album of the Rotunda lines 1902 and 1800, the Sisters Ocariz of Rubio, the moon's three in the morning, the napalm when the lark to take the trip to Cannes and the Alps. Where one evening I went in search of love and I found the monument of France. The lane 4, with Russian missiles, Cuba, Radio Havana, guns and guerrillas, January 23 and the Moncada Barracks and May 68 in Turin in the cold. The black of Julian came from nowhere, that of the black boot where my mother came down and climbed up and down with your parent while I fool shoulder late at night with my friend and parliamentary parliament. Calle 4 No. 12-122. Calle 4 No. 11-61. Calle 4 No. 10-36 up, down and jump through life. Calle 4 No. 15-13. Calle 4 No. l5-l5, the underground struggle, the confinement of life. The peak lane 4 and No. 1-59 Las Acacias, waiting for what comes, crouched in the corner of a room where my life seems anchored to suddenly go any day if not a bastard comes from the CIA to take it ahead of time ... or a police toche screw us patience ... Calle 4 No. 10-36 before a pair of lions of stage ... The peak lane 4 and say ... Las Acacias, pod casting yet, to the beat of the terminal insomnia. De
Terminal Insomnia.
Thursday, October 21, 2010
How To Control A Tech Deck
CARINA RUGGIERO (writer Argentina)
LA Llorona (Story)
Believe ... It is true that some people go crazy for love.
When I heard the story I'm about to narrate simply was stunned. My hands trembled and began to sweat inexhaustible sweat did not stop for days. And I could not sleep. So I walked for several days sweating and sleepless for life.
fifteen years I had gone to El Dorado (1) confused and disillusioned, the victim of a broken heart.
was deeply in love with Clara and she wanted me but the fate we met later. I was single and if Clara was a married woman fell in love deep, wild ... madly.
only alternative we had then to be together: Run away and let our love flourish in a place where no one will point the finger judging the forbidden passion between us and where we were to die unless killed by the husband of Clara, whose greatest skill lay in the excellent handling of the machete, then worked in the bush.
But the day that we meet at the bus station to escape she did not appear.
I was there from early morning. I waited two, four, twenty hours to two days without moving! I understood then that the absence betrayed his way of saying that it was unwilling to take risks and come with me to Buenos Aires.
I went alone. The first three years I was really sad. My heart was frozen and cold pierced my soul throbbing pain. I could not forget her, loved her too much to stop thinking about it. Then, I decided to finally remove the memories of my life and all feeling for Clara.
I thought if I was not risked because I really loved and aided by the resentment and time, his face in my mind was dissipated. Only a few nights
appeared in my dreams and just sometimes, I wondered what made it strange reasons desist and miss the Oct. 5 event.
The answer to my question was a mystery for fifteen long years.
But one evening I received a call from my wife in the office. Correspondence reached only living relative I had in Misiones.
Uncle Walter, my father's brother, called to go with my family to visit him saying not know my children, I could die at any moment and wanted to see me again. I must confess that despite being happily married rejected the idea of \u200b\u200breturning to that city. I had no intention of reliving the past and with it the suffering of those times. Plus I had sworn never to return. What if I ran to Clara? No. .. I could not resist! But my two sons and my wife insisted used the occasion to remind that since the honeymoon we never go on vacation.
The following weekend we traveled to El Dorado. We arrived at dawn.
was exciting to see again the red soil, the thick bush on the side of the path ... the mist covering the landscape subtly.
got off at the terminal and Uncle Walter was there, waiting.
Aging invaded their appearance without affecting the poise and elegance that characterized him. He stretched his arms and smiled when she recognized.
include greetings and introductions lost sight of the least of my children and I looked desperately sellers of chipa (2), taxi driver and passengers wandering around.
Then, from the same wooden bench on which I spent two days sitting, I saw my son standing in front of a tramp.
She emitted a continuous sorry ... indecipherable.
Someone said mockingly: - That Moaning is crying again! Poor crazy! ...
His feet were bare and his hands pulling at his hair matted as a rolling rhythm was consistent with his groans.
My child was still impressed by that horrific picture and when I ran to him taking his arm got a glimpse of the hobo. His eyes lost
rested on mine and smiled. Then issued a cry impressive, down to the floor and began to roll brutally.
We left quickly, and when we returned to the group where my wife was unloading luggage, I ran into the serious face of Uncle Walter.
This time he looked at me sadly.
-Gurisito (3) - said softly and without anesthesia, as he received me, their pats on the back "That's the Clara Remember? The wife of Fritz gringo. It seems the husband out of the window caught with bags ready to go with another man. He gave a tremendous beating, cut off his tongue with a machete and took to the streets. Everyone in the village refused him the salute, no one spoke to him again, not even his parents.
continued:
- went crazy right away and since then has been all night at the Terminal to mourn for their beloved. Poor thing! It was without a husband or lover. It's a shame So pretty woman! And see it now ... and rolling on the floor.
Believe ... I also felt sinking into madness ... Clara tried to escape! Clara had loved me! And I fled like a coward, not ever find out what had happened.
People go crazy for love and my love became La Llorona from El Dorado.
And I ... a man with trembling hands can not sleep, because it appears to me in dreams, lost his eye and face stiff ... aged.
Constantly yelling with pain, tearing their hair.
hope, every night at the Terminal, to run away with me to a dream that never came true.
Glossary: \u200b\u200b(1) El Dorado: City of the Province of Misiones 200 km North of Posadas and 100 km from Puerto Iguazu. (2) Chip: food based on corn starch or cassava, typical of the Coastal Zone of Argentina. (3) Gurisito: Child in Guarani language.
(Story sent by Maria Gabriela Abeal)
LA Llorona (Story)
Believe ... It is true that some people go crazy for love.
When I heard the story I'm about to narrate simply was stunned. My hands trembled and began to sweat inexhaustible sweat did not stop for days. And I could not sleep. So I walked for several days sweating and sleepless for life.
fifteen years I had gone to El Dorado (1) confused and disillusioned, the victim of a broken heart.
was deeply in love with Clara and she wanted me but the fate we met later. I was single and if Clara was a married woman fell in love deep, wild ... madly.
only alternative we had then to be together: Run away and let our love flourish in a place where no one will point the finger judging the forbidden passion between us and where we were to die unless killed by the husband of Clara, whose greatest skill lay in the excellent handling of the machete, then worked in the bush.
But the day that we meet at the bus station to escape she did not appear.
I was there from early morning. I waited two, four, twenty hours to two days without moving! I understood then that the absence betrayed his way of saying that it was unwilling to take risks and come with me to Buenos Aires.
I went alone. The first three years I was really sad. My heart was frozen and cold pierced my soul throbbing pain. I could not forget her, loved her too much to stop thinking about it. Then, I decided to finally remove the memories of my life and all feeling for Clara.
I thought if I was not risked because I really loved and aided by the resentment and time, his face in my mind was dissipated. Only a few nights
appeared in my dreams and just sometimes, I wondered what made it strange reasons desist and miss the Oct. 5 event.
The answer to my question was a mystery for fifteen long years.
But one evening I received a call from my wife in the office. Correspondence reached only living relative I had in Misiones.
Uncle Walter, my father's brother, called to go with my family to visit him saying not know my children, I could die at any moment and wanted to see me again. I must confess that despite being happily married rejected the idea of \u200b\u200breturning to that city. I had no intention of reliving the past and with it the suffering of those times. Plus I had sworn never to return. What if I ran to Clara? No. .. I could not resist! But my two sons and my wife insisted used the occasion to remind that since the honeymoon we never go on vacation.
The following weekend we traveled to El Dorado. We arrived at dawn.
was exciting to see again the red soil, the thick bush on the side of the path ... the mist covering the landscape subtly.
got off at the terminal and Uncle Walter was there, waiting.
Aging invaded their appearance without affecting the poise and elegance that characterized him. He stretched his arms and smiled when she recognized.
include greetings and introductions lost sight of the least of my children and I looked desperately sellers of chipa (2), taxi driver and passengers wandering around.
Then, from the same wooden bench on which I spent two days sitting, I saw my son standing in front of a tramp.
She emitted a continuous sorry ... indecipherable.
Someone said mockingly: - That Moaning is crying again! Poor crazy! ...
His feet were bare and his hands pulling at his hair matted as a rolling rhythm was consistent with his groans.
My child was still impressed by that horrific picture and when I ran to him taking his arm got a glimpse of the hobo. His eyes lost
rested on mine and smiled. Then issued a cry impressive, down to the floor and began to roll brutally.
We left quickly, and when we returned to the group where my wife was unloading luggage, I ran into the serious face of Uncle Walter.
This time he looked at me sadly.
-Gurisito (3) - said softly and without anesthesia, as he received me, their pats on the back "That's the Clara Remember? The wife of Fritz gringo. It seems the husband out of the window caught with bags ready to go with another man. He gave a tremendous beating, cut off his tongue with a machete and took to the streets. Everyone in the village refused him the salute, no one spoke to him again, not even his parents.
continued:
- went crazy right away and since then has been all night at the Terminal to mourn for their beloved. Poor thing! It was without a husband or lover. It's a shame So pretty woman! And see it now ... and rolling on the floor.
Believe ... I also felt sinking into madness ... Clara tried to escape! Clara had loved me! And I fled like a coward, not ever find out what had happened.
People go crazy for love and my love became La Llorona from El Dorado.
And I ... a man with trembling hands can not sleep, because it appears to me in dreams, lost his eye and face stiff ... aged.
Constantly yelling with pain, tearing their hair.
hope, every night at the Terminal, to run away with me to a dream that never came true.
Glossary: \u200b\u200b(1) El Dorado: City of the Province of Misiones 200 km North of Posadas and 100 km from Puerto Iguazu. (2) Chip: food based on corn starch or cassava, typical of the Coastal Zone of Argentina. (3) Gurisito: Child in Guarani language.
Tuesday, August 17, 2010
Expected Value Calculator Statistics
FIVE REASONS FOR A blogger
weeks trying
By Luis Felipe Rojas
weeks trying
wore a pretext for this discussion today. My colleague Miriam Celaya has given me, as we say in Cuban peasants, "the forced foot." I think I did once, in my previous blog. Although now I'm afraid that if other colleagues in the blogosphere and free choice decide to explain what they do to post their texts and pictures, finally end up giving the Contras compasses Military Intelligence (G2). But as "he who does not should not fear," goes beyond that. ONE. I use a kind soul who decides to occasionally copy my texts per month from the outside, she spends money on international calls are not allowed to receive my dictation more than three minutes. So also the three hundred words. DOS. Send photos at random, in cold blood, right and left as repressors are less and less original, at least in the east of the country, usually repress the same people, so that when they beat Caridad Caballero Batista, Rolando or Idalmis Lobaina Núñez, Santiago de Cuba, perhaps for months now I have sent your photos to cyberspace. Sometimes I hit the target and reported to only seventy-two hours of the event, a privilege. THREE. With this much I can not. No complaint to argue, the images revealed the names of violators "that is worth what (s) becomes" in the words of Martí. One day would be identified by the finger of more normal citizens and will be worth it to have a constitution, you will see that yes, be patient. No reply to insults or provocations. I am a poet and actor of street theater that is, a provocateur par excellence. I just release this herd of trumpets to stir a bit comb. Among my ethical standards and civility is included not to offend anyone, I never will, I'm sure. FOUR. This blog is split into three pieces: one belongs to me as the mastermind of it, here are my tantrums and my doubts, the other is my good administrators, patient and gentle people how I deserved some time and behave was not wrong with them or did not deserve it then, but they are there, ready to serve every day, and the third is for you, my readers and friends. So everyone has a right to give me encouragement or threaten to 'break his face in two' as someone said. Please it equally, not Fajen. FIVE. Sometimes runs over 200kms to view the log at an Internet cafe. From St. Germain where there is less distance to see me on line. Is it a reward or punishment? I do not know, but I feel a tremendous rate when I walk out the door of a hotel with a piece of my blog in a flash memory freshly caught in the stormy sea of \u200b\u200bthe universal country that is the Internet. Therefore, they have to believe me, these sacrifices are for my kids one day I can tell you without blushing the little I did. I do it for the patience of the good of my Exilda, who prays every night "because the animals do not return them to the garden" (SIC), and I do for you: in a few years ago, when compiling these residues may see the face of a man who was afraid many times, but the desire to be a free man broke all anxieties.
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Thursday, May 20, 2010
Brits Wearing Red Flower In November
Topology Management
Algorithm:
Algorithm:
The topological management is a system of law of a graph acyclic, ie has no cycles, which consists in organizing linearly or in list or ascending descending , a set of vertices in disorder, for which you must first start a "vertex father bone, a vertex without predecessors and after visiting their neighbors, after you have visited their cough overlooked, will now examine another vertex , and similarly identify all its neighbors, and so recursively until it has visited all vertices . Briefly not visit a vertex until all its predecessors have been visited.
After already visited all vertices the directed graph, are arranged in a list d either ascending or descending , as required, and settle on the basis time cost of vertices .
Example: This is a common example applied to everyday life as simple as dressing.
- Above each vertex shows the cost of time.
- Distance / Completion
- The algorithm us back a linked list with nodes in the graph, in descending order time finalization.
- Once ordered and topologically can see precedence of the tasks:
- Get the shirt before the belt and jersey.
- Get the pants before shoes and belt .
- Put on socks before shoes.
Pseudocode:
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- For each vertex "or" that the graph belongs to:
- The state "or" not visited, that algorithm is started .
- The parent should be null, because it has no predecessors.
- The time starts from 0, obviously that starts the algorithm.
- Then, if the state = not visited then: It starts the topological management.
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- Visited The state will change to that and was visited and analyzed their s predecessors.
- So we add a 1 at the time because it is so slow at the apex .
- Then for each vertex adjacent do:
- If Status = Not visited then:
- 's father will now be the vertex , as is next in order.
- When the state of vertex = Completed:
- times are added together and this would be the total cost for the system.
- result is inserted in the list sorting algorithm topological .
Asymptotic Analysis :
The analysis asymptotic algorithm of of topological management is costly to pursue vertex without predecessors, several times.
The solution would pre-calculate how many predecessors of each vertex , store data in a vector update whenever adding a new vertex to solution.
Time Cost:
- Initialization:
First loop: O (n) --- means that will depend on the number of vertices that has the graph.
Second loop: Examination of all edges.
O (a + n) --- For adjacency lists.
O (n ^ 2) --- For adjacency matrix.
- Main Loop:
O (a + n) --- For adjacency lists.
O (n ^ 2) --- For adjacency matrix.
Data Structures:
- linked list: For this algorithm topological management, linked lists are used as the management already completed is a simple linear list of edges connecting the same way it had before.
- Isomorphism: Something has to do with ismorfismo , but are not related and is acyclic graph algorithm allows align vertices, while keeping the links between each of the vertices , ie accommodates only priority, but retains its structure .
- Trees: can also be said that this related to trees as these contain nodes also called vertices, and the trees come in different forms of organization.
- depth Search (DFS ): The topological management needs search algorithm DFS because you need to apply to go exploring nodes, and finally reach a linear order .
Applications:
- can be applicable to the reprecentacion phase of a project, where vertices represent tasks and edges relations time to them.
- Evaluation phase a semantic compiler.
- In everyday life it could implement simple things such as organizing utility bills to pay, because these days come in different , and differ in price and maturity, and to apply this algorithm, could sort in order of priority due to paying cash them in order, but we spend and spend no money to pay.
- We also would serve to find any cycle in a graph and identify it.
- also to find a problem or defect in a topological order algorithm.
Self
Personally this project and the other four I have been very helpful since the majority of topics covered were new to me, and I realized that are of great usefully applied to everyday life in relation to the management of topological, since I left as teaching to cases in which I can apply this algorithm. learned that a particular task is a (s) by seniority and other (s) as a result of this task, and that ultimately after are linked to one another. In conclusion from now on things that have to do that you can implement this algorithm, I facilitate the task, and therefore time and effort.
any doubt or question you have to leave your comment and I will answer the earliest possible time.
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Mossy Oak Prom Dresses
Extra Points "Dijkstra Algorithm"
Dijkstra Algorithm:
That helps me??
Explanation: 
Dijkstra Algorithm:
In this algorithm, algorithm is also called the "shortest path" as it is to find and take 1 of the " n " possible ways to reach the goal, the path chosen should be the lowest cost, and is a of time, effort, distance, etc, if it s possible these features together in one camnino, then the algorithm would be more optimal yet.
is common to represent this algorithm with a graph, as shown in the example:
- starts from a base vertex, or vertex output.
- After setting a goal.
- Take the path of least cost or shortest.
- So on until the final point or goal.
That helps me??
If we realize this algorithm is more common than their name appears, since we use very often, if we reflect on either side that we think carefully what is the best way get to that place, either on how to get faster, how to get more cheaply or how to reach with the least effort and if possible one that meets all these requirements.
But focusing on my career, this algorithm is way too utlil, because today we could say that time is money, that is, the time is worth much, then I is very useful dominate this algorithm to apply to my career development as there are companies that pay very well that the job done on time and that is quality, and this algorithm is a very good reference to build on this aspect.
Explanation:
The video above shows a robot, which is a deterministic machine that first recognizes the place where you are, then, by a computer linked to the robot, you assign points or goals to reach, and the robot travels the path that best suits you in this case the most optimal.
Monday, May 17, 2010
Difference Between Stripper
Extra Points "Quick Sort"
Definition:
After
Example: (Dar click the word example to see it)
Explanation:
The video shows the comparison of the method vs. Quick Sort. Bubble Sort (Bubble Land) both are sorting algorithms, but clearly shows that the Quick Sort is more efficient, ie it is faster and more functional, as the Quick Sort algorithm does the same task in fewer steps so sooner. In conclucion the Quick Sort algorithm is optimized in ordenaminento. 
Definition:
system Quick Sort Quick sort is an algorithm that not only helps us to organize a list of unorganized data, but also to optimize the time is engaged in undertaking this work, since it allows direct " n" elements in a running time O (n log n) , which is very efficient.
Algorithm:
this function management system in a disorganized data list to choose a pivot , which can be chosen at random, but I think more convenient, to choose one that is in the middle, then send all items with value less than the next pivot and all left over the right side:
< pivote =" Izquierda element
item> pivot = Right
After
starts sort of left all the elements under the pivot in a recursive manner until they are sorted and so the right side, to the point where both sides are and order and consequently the entire list.
Example: (Dar click the word example to see it)
- is an unordered list which is represented by bars of different sizes.
- The algorithm first chooses a pivot.
- After the rest of the items evaluates them, so those who are less than the pivot the left side and sent the biggest of the right side.
- ago each side the same thing to them recursivamnte in order.
- And in the end as each side of the pivot is ordered then we would be a list in order.
To serve me??
Well to me personally, this algorithm is very useful because it allows me to organize data so that I can enlist sort a list of priorities to do, which saves me time and effort, but I think my career is an algorithm that I will be very useful, since there are multiple applications for this, as do programs that I organize certain data, which depends on the data sorted to obtain a result and if this results in what I can get a better time for me would be very useful use, an example would be, that when entering certain data (in disorder) have to take the median (Statistics) , then here would come to apply this algorithm very well.
Application to my daily life:
I am working on some music tapes, Audio Scream, and although not creean this algorithm "Quick Sort" is applicable here, and the team apparatus with which we differ from each other in weight and size, and moved by a truck, we have sufficient equipment to deal with 3 events at once:
Team:
- Gennie 2 Elevators.
- 2 JBL Netherlands.
- 8 Cerwin-Vega Bass.
- Peripheral 3.
- tip type 2 structures (and accessories).
- 4 white lights (Cabezas Mobiles).
- 10 Lights Black Power Spot (Cabezas Mobiles).
- 2 Load Centers.
- Technobeam 10 Lights.
- Speakers Mackie 12.
- Dj Turntables 3 (2 and 1 Denon Mixer c / u).
- 3 smoke machines.
- 2 Laptops.
- 3 Interfaces.
- Wiring (Extensions, Canon cables, AC power , etc).
* The list of equipment is ordered to form to its weight and size *
So sometimes it is necessary to lower the truck only low or no more than a structure or anything but cable, etc. . so if you put everything into the truck disorganized, besides that would not fit well, the time to draw something specific, we would first seek more time where it is and then move everything to get him out before, with the Quick Sort algorithm we avoid all these mishaps, so that before team up to the truck, we could accommodate as the weight and size, a heavier and deeper and larger among the more light and small forward. This way we know that if we get a bass Cerwin-Vega would know that the bottom or if we get a rac of lights, this will be in the middle, so we would know to move or lower to reach the target.
Explanation:
The video shows the comparison of the method vs. Quick Sort. Bubble Sort (Bubble Land) both are sorting algorithms, but clearly shows that the Quick Sort is more efficient, ie it is faster and more functional, as the Quick Sort algorithm does the same task in fewer steps so sooner. In conclucion the Quick Sort algorithm is optimized in ordenaminento.
Sunday, May 16, 2010
School Event Invitation Writing
5 Hamilton Road Project Presentation
Camino happens exactly once by each of the vertices of the graph. (You can not use all edges
).
In the mathematical field of graph theory, a Hamiltonian path in a graph is a path, a succession of adjacent edges, which visits all vertices of the graph once. If also the last vertex visited is adjacent to the first, the path is a Hamiltonian cycle.
The problem of finding a cycle (or path) Hamiltonian in an arbitrary graph is known to be NP-complete.
Roads and Hamiltonian cycles were named after William Rowan Hamilton, who invented the game of Hamilton, will release a toy that involves finding a Hamiltonian cycle on the edges of a graph of a dodecahedron. Hamilton solved this problem by using quaternions, but this solution does not generalize to all graphs.
A Hamiltonian path is a path that visits each vertex exactly once. A graph containing a Hamiltonian path is called a Hamiltonian cycle or Hamiltonian circuit if it is a cycle that visits each vertex exactly once (except the apex of which party and which arrives). A graph containing a Hamiltonian cycle is called a Hamiltonian graph.
can also say that Hamiltonian graphs are when they meet:
-Hamiltonian-circuit must be related, must be closed.
These concepts can be extended to directed graphs. Examples
The complete graph with more than 2 vertices is Hamiltonian.
All graphs are Hamiltonian cycles.
All Platonic solids, considered graphs are Hamiltonian.
Any Hamiltonian cycle can be converted into a Hamiltonian path by removing any of its vertices, but a Hamiltonian path in the cycle can be extended only if the end vertices are adjacent.
Bondy-Chvatal theorem
The best characterization of Hamiltonian graphs was given in 1972 by the Bondy-Chvatal theorem which generalizes the results previously found by GA Dirac. It basically says that a graph is Hamiltonian if there are enough edges. First we must define what is the lock of a graph.
Given a graph G with n vertices, the lock (cl (G)) is uniquely constructed from G by adding every edge uv if nonadjacent pair of vertices u and v holds that degree (v) + degree (u) ≥ n
A graph is Hamiltonian if and only if the lock graph is Hamiltonian.
Bondy-Chvatal (1972)
Like all complete graphs are Hamiltonian, all graphs which are Hamiltonian lock is complete. This result is based on the theorems of Dirac and Ore.
A graph with n vertices (n> 3) is Hamiltonian if every vertex has degree greater than or equal to n / 2.
Dirac (1952)
A graph with n vertices (n> 3) is Hamiltonian if the sum of the degrees of 2 non-adjacent vertices is greater than or equal to n.
Ore (1960)
However, there is a previous result of all these theorems.
A graph with n vertices (n ≥ 2) is Hamiltonian if the sum of the degrees of 2 vertices is greater than or equal to n-1. L. Redei
(1934)
As you can see, this theorem requested more than the previous hypothesis as the property of grade must be met for every vertex in the graph.
also spoken Hamiltonian path if not imposed return to the starting point, like a museum with a single door. For example, a horse can go all the squares of a chess board without passing twice for the same: it is a Hamiltonian path. Example of a Hamiltonian cycle in the graph of the dodecahedron.
Today, there are no known general methods for finding a Hamiltonian cycle in polynomial time, being force search gross of all possible paths or other methods too expensive. There are, however, methods to eliminate the existence of Hamiltonian cycles and paths in graphs small.
The problem of determining the existence of Hamiltonian cycles, enter all the NP-complete.
In computational complexity theory, the complexity class NP-complete is the subset of decision problems in NP such that any problem in NP can be reduced in each of the NP-complete problems. You could say that the NP-complete problems are NP hard problems and very likely not part of the complexity class P. 
Camino happens exactly once by each of the vertices of the graph. (You can not use all edges
).
In the mathematical field of graph theory, a Hamiltonian path in a graph is a path, a succession of adjacent edges, which visits all vertices of the graph once. If also the last vertex visited is adjacent to the first, the path is a Hamiltonian cycle.
The problem of finding a cycle (or path) Hamiltonian in an arbitrary graph is known to be NP-complete.
Roads and Hamiltonian cycles were named after William Rowan Hamilton, who invented the game of Hamilton, will release a toy that involves finding a Hamiltonian cycle on the edges of a graph of a dodecahedron. Hamilton solved this problem by using quaternions, but this solution does not generalize to all graphs.
A Hamiltonian path is a path that visits each vertex exactly once. A graph containing a Hamiltonian path is called a Hamiltonian cycle or Hamiltonian circuit if it is a cycle that visits each vertex exactly once (except the apex of which party and which arrives). A graph containing a Hamiltonian cycle is called a Hamiltonian graph.
can also say that Hamiltonian graphs are when they meet:
-Hamiltonian-circuit must be related, must be closed.
These concepts can be extended to directed graphs. Examples
The complete graph with more than 2 vertices is Hamiltonian.
All graphs are Hamiltonian cycles.
All Platonic solids, considered graphs are Hamiltonian.
Any Hamiltonian cycle can be converted into a Hamiltonian path by removing any of its vertices, but a Hamiltonian path in the cycle can be extended only if the end vertices are adjacent.
Bondy-Chvatal theorem
The best characterization of Hamiltonian graphs was given in 1972 by the Bondy-Chvatal theorem which generalizes the results previously found by GA Dirac. It basically says that a graph is Hamiltonian if there are enough edges. First we must define what is the lock of a graph.
Given a graph G with n vertices, the lock (cl (G)) is uniquely constructed from G by adding every edge uv if nonadjacent pair of vertices u and v holds that degree (v) + degree (u) ≥ n
A graph is Hamiltonian if and only if the lock graph is Hamiltonian.
Bondy-Chvatal (1972)
Like all complete graphs are Hamiltonian, all graphs which are Hamiltonian lock is complete. This result is based on the theorems of Dirac and Ore.
A graph with n vertices (n> 3) is Hamiltonian if every vertex has degree greater than or equal to n / 2.
Dirac (1952)
A graph with n vertices (n> 3) is Hamiltonian if the sum of the degrees of 2 non-adjacent vertices is greater than or equal to n.
Ore (1960)
However, there is a previous result of all these theorems.
A graph with n vertices (n ≥ 2) is Hamiltonian if the sum of the degrees of 2 vertices is greater than or equal to n-1. L. Redei
(1934)
As you can see, this theorem requested more than the previous hypothesis as the property of grade must be met for every vertex in the graph.
also spoken Hamiltonian path if not imposed return to the starting point, like a museum with a single door. For example, a horse can go all the squares of a chess board without passing twice for the same: it is a Hamiltonian path. Example of a Hamiltonian cycle in the graph of the dodecahedron.
Today, there are no known general methods for finding a Hamiltonian cycle in polynomial time, being force search gross of all possible paths or other methods too expensive. There are, however, methods to eliminate the existence of Hamiltonian cycles and paths in graphs small.
The problem of determining the existence of Hamiltonian cycles, enter all the NP-complete.
In computational complexity theory, the complexity class NP-complete is the subset of decision problems in NP such that any problem in NP can be reduced in each of the NP-complete problems. You could say that the NP-complete problems are NP hard problems and very likely not part of the complexity class P.
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