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Una maravillosa serenidad ha tomado posesión de toda mi alma, como estas dulces mañanas de primavera que disfruto con todo mi corazón. Incluso el todopoderoso Señalar no tiene control sobre los textos ocultos, es una vida casi poco ortográfica. Un día, sin embargo, una pequeña línea de texto ciego con el nombre de Lorem Ipsum decidió irse al lejano Mundo de la Gramática. El Gran Oxmox le aconsejó que no lo hiciera, porque había miles de Comas malas, signos de interrogación salvajes y Semikoli deshonestos, pero el Pequeño Ciega no escuchaba.
En cuanto al tema de la alineación , debe tenerse en cuenta que los usuarios pueden elegir entre las opciones Ninguno , Izquierda , Derecha y Centro . Además, también obtienen las opciones de Miniatura , Mediano , Grande y Tamaño completo .
Y si ella no ha sido reescrita, entonces todavía la están usando. Muy lejos, detrás de la palabra montañas, lejos de los países Vokalia y Consonantia, viven los textos ciegos. Separados viven en Bookmarksgrove justo en la costa de la Semántica, un océano de grandes lenguas. Un pequeño río llamado Duden fluye por su lugar y lo abastece con la regelialia necesaria.
A wonderful serenity has taken possession of my entire soul
On her way she met a copy. The copy warned the Little Blind Text, that where it came from it would have been rewritten a thousand times and everything that was left from its origin would be the word «and» and the Little Blind Text should turn around and return to its own, safe country.A wonderful serenity has taken possession of my entire soul, like these sweet mornings of spring which I enjoy with my whole heart. I am alone, and feel the charm of existence in this spot, which was created for the bliss of souls like mine. I am so happy, my dear friend, so absorbed in the exquisite sense of mere tranquil existence, that I neglect my talents.
But nothing the copy said could convince her and so it didn’t take long until a few insidious Copy Writers ambushed her, made her drunk with Longe and Parole and dragged her into their agency, where they abused her for their projects again and again.
Far far away, behind the word mountains, far from the countries Vokalia and Consonantia, there live the blind texts. Separated they live in Bookmarksgrove right at the coast of the Semantics, a large language ocean. A small river named Duden flows by their place and supplies it with the necessary regelialia. It is a paradisematic country, in which roasted parts of sentences fly into your mouth.
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A collection of textile samples lay spread out on the table – Samsa was a travelling salesman – and above it there hung a picture that he had recently cut out of an illustrated magazine and housed in a nice, gilded frame. It showed a lady fitted out with a fur hat and fur boa who sat upright, raising a heavy fur muff that covered the whole of her lower arm towards the viewer.
Gregor then turned to look out the window at the dull weather. Drops of rain could be heard hitting the pane, which made him feel quite sad. «How about if I sleep a little bit longer and forget all this nonsense», he thought, but that was something he was unable to do because he was used to sleeping on his right, and in his present state couldn’t get into that position. However hard he threw himself onto his right, he always rolled back to where he was.
One morning, when Gregor Samsa woke from troubled dreams, he found himself transformed in his bed into a horrible vermin. He lay on his armour-like back, and if he lifted his head a little he could see his brown belly, slightly domed and divided by arches into stiff sections. The bedding was hardly able to cover it and seemed ready to slide off any moment. His many legs, pitifully thin compared with the size of the rest of him, waved about helplessly as he looked. «What’s happened to me? » he thought. It wasn’t a dream.
His room, a proper human room although a little too small, lay peacefully between its four familiar walls. A collection of textile samples lay spread out on the table – Samsa was a travelling salesman – and above it there hung a picture that he had recently cut out of an illustrated magazine and housed in a nice, gilded frame.
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Es un país paradisíaco, en el que partes tostadas de oraciones vuelan a la boca. Una mañana, cuando Gregor Samsa despertó de sueños problemáticos, se transformó en su cama en una horrible plaga. Yacía sobre su espalda como una armadura, y si levantaba la cabeza un poco podía ver su vientre marrón, ligeramente abovedado y dividido por arcos en secciones rígidas. La ropa de cama era difícil de cubrir y parecía estar lista para deslizarse en cualquier momento.
Mostraba a una dama vestida con un sombrero de piel y una boa de pieles que se sentaban erguidas, levantando un grueso manguito de piel que cubría toda la parte inferior de su brazo hacia el espectador. Gregor luego se volvió para mirar por la ventana el clima aburrido. Se escucharon gotas de lluvia golpeando el panel, lo que lo hizo sentir bastante triste.