Sunday, January 23, 2011

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bash tip: Set output redirection from within a script

Small but useful tip.
If for some reason you need to set the redirection of a script ( and stdout / stderr or ) without using the redirection operators (as well described for example on the site dell'ILDP ) or directly from within the script from the command line, here's a possible solution:

 
# / bin / sh exec

> prova.log 2> & 1

echo "These two lines printed "
echo" will be in prova.log "

Tuesday, January 18, 2011

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Commemorated on the Holy Women - RTA VIDEOTARO

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Selene Valentina Medici SILENCE IN THE HOUSE

They go ... .. / A last turn of the key in the lock / protect almost a wretched past and already feel, that will never return. / To bend the eye turn and back to the little house in the woods / stingy and hard clods of fruits / even if soaked in plenty of sweat. / Already are far away, his heart close / but my mind open to new hopes. / Advances Then silence. / Slowly enters the house of stone / creeping into the humble rooms / and soon he became king. / Accept only the light dust / layer upon layer that will cover everything. / So will reign unopposed and solemn Till will disturb its quiet / noise pieces of debris / cover tired of squared stones. / When after / constant work / enter the wind, stirred up by tiles / hopefully will be around everywhere, / trying attendance disappeared. / Before exiting the lift sheets or a calendar now yellowed / eroded on the wall, peeling / unnecessary, because the house in the woods

time had no future.

Monday, January 17, 2011

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ROBERTO Bertolotti IN THE WALK AROUND Valceno



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Selene Valentina Medici
SYMBOL ON PEN
her fingers to read the mind / deep scars on the soul. Soul / dry as the bed of a river or in the hot sun of August. / Press me feet on the floor / the damp path of Penna. / Press to not slip or, perhaps, / to give the footsteps, gratuitous violence / to appease the immense pain. / Indifferent to create / brooding, stunned, saliva / as driven by dark force / that brought her up. / He came up to the top of the mountain / where a ray of blinding sun / on the Great Cross. / He ran his fingers to read the mind / soul scars / And seemed less deep. / Shy, a prayer came from the lips / and he heard the voice of angels. / Slowly bend your knees and bowed at the feet of the symbol.