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de los servicios cloud a sus servicios cloud
the cloud to your cloud

confíe el alojamiento de su cloud a una compañía experta
trust your cloud's location to a company that understands

se propone la creación de una plataforma cloud a apoyo de las actividades de logística y transporte
proposes the creation of a support platform cloud of the activities of logistics andtransport

para configurar feeds desde su cuenta de video cloud a oneload, necesita lo siguiente:
in order to set up feeds from your video cloud account to oneload, you need the following:

para configurar la distribución desde su cuenta de video cloud a su canal de youtube, siga estos pasos:
to set up distribution from your video cloud account to your youtube channel, follow these steps:

cloud connect responde a ese desafío al permitir a las compañías conectarse a uno o más proveedores cloud a través de una única conexión.
cloud connect supports that challenge as it allows companies to connect to one or more cloud providers through a single connection.

en este documento se enumeran los sistemas operativos android y de apple compatibles con la versión actual de video cloud a la hora de reproducir vídeos en reproductores html5.
this document lists the apple and android operating systems currently supported by video cloud for playing videos in html5 players.

nota: para este procedimiento de inicio rápido, supondremos que deseamos transmitir una versión flash de un reproductor de video cloud a un ordenador de sobremesa.
note: for this quick start we will assume we are streaming to a flash version of a video cloud player on a desktop computer.

analice a nuestros socios y obtenga más información sobre sus capacidades especializadas para su implementación de service cloud a través de salesforce appexchange o póngase en contacto con un representante de salesforce.
explore our partners and learn more about their specialised capabilities for your service cloud implementation via the salesforce appexchange or by contacting a salesforce representative.

para ello deberá escribir un guión ("script") que genere y cargue manifiestos en video cloud a partir de los vídeos y metadatos cargados por los usuarios.
this involves writing a script to generate and upload manifests to video cloud based on the videos and metadata uploaded by the users.

esto puede resultar muy útil si tiene metadatos de vídeo adicionales almacenados en su cms que desearía asociar con sus vídeos de video cloud, a los cuales podrá accederse posteriormente en el reproductor con fines de reproducción o integración.
this can be very helpful if you have additional video metadata stored in your cms that you would like to associate with your videos in video cloud, that can then be accessed in the player for display or integration purposes.

colt ofrece servicios de red, voz, data centre y gestión de cloud a miles de negocios a lo largo de todo el mundo, permitiéndoles centrarse en sus objetivos de negocio en lugar de en la infraestructura subyacente.
colt provides network, voice, and data centre services to thousands of businesses around the world, allowing them to focus on delivering their business goals instead of the underlying infrastructure.

colt ofrece servicios de red, voz, data centre y gestión de servicios cloud a miles de negocios a lo largo del mundo, lo que les permite centrarse en la entrega de sus objetivos de negocio en lugar de la infraestructura subyacente.
colt provides network, voice, data centre and managed cloud services to thousands of businesses around the world, allowing them to focus on delivering their business goals instead of the underlying infrastructure.

además del equipo de servicios de éxito de salesforce, salesforce colabora con una red de socios para ayudarlo a configurar service cloud a fin de satisfacer las necesidades únicas de su sector, centro de llamadas o asistencia técnica, o necesidades comerciales generales.
in addition to the salesforce success services team, salesforce collaborates with a network of partners to help you configure service cloud to meet your unique industry, call center, help desk, and overall business needs.

al mismo tiempo, no ayuda al business case para construir un centro de datos propio el hecho de que proveedores cloud a nivel mundial como microsoft, amazon o google tienen normalmente un coste que puede ser como máximo una décima parte del coste de un centro de datos interno tradicional.
at the same time, the business case for building in-house data centres is not helped by the fact that web-scale cloud providers such as microsoft, amazon and google typically operate at as much as one tenth of the cost of traditional in-house data centres.

la empresa lanza su revolucionario technogym ecosystem: una plataforma abierta a usuarios finales, operadores y socios comerciales que suministra servicios y contenidos en modo cloud a través de los productos technogym y los nuevos dispositivos digitales, para ayudar a las personas a vivir mejor.
the company launches the technogym ecosystem, a revolutionary platform open to end users, operators and partners, in which services and contents are channelled through the cloud system comprising technogym products and new digital devices for improving people's lives.

oneload es un servicio con el que podrá distribuir vídeos desde media library de video cloud a decenas de sitios de vídeo y de redes sociales, como youtube, myspace, facebook, twitter, yahoo! video y viddler.
oneload is a service you can use to distribute videos from your video cloud media library to dozens of different video and social networking sites, including youtube, myspace, facebook, twitter, yahoo! video, and viddler.

para poder seguir subiendo vídeos a youtube, ahora el administrador de su cuenta deberá volver a autorizar el acceso de video cloud a su cuenta de youtube. esto le permitirá utilizar los nuevos servicios de integración de youtube en google+ y ampliar la funcionalidad de su cuenta de forma sencilla y transparente para utilizar oauth 2.0.
to continue distributing videos to youtube, an account administrator must reauthorize video cloud to access your youtube account. this will enable you to take advantage of youtube's new google+ integration services and transparently upgrade your account to use oauth 2.0.

“jane eyre” by charlotte brontë (fragment pags. 267 y 268. traductor juan g. de luaces; introducción marta pessarrodona) “farewell!” was the cry of my heart as i left him. despair added, “farewell for ever!”. that night i never thought to sleep; but a slumber fell on me as soon as i lay down in bed. i was transported in thought to the scenes of childhood: i dreamt i lay in the red-room at gateshead; that the night was dark, and my mind impressed with strange fears. the light that long ago had struck me into syncope, recalled in this vision, seemed glindingly to mount the wall, and tremblingly to pause in the centre of the obscured ceiling. i lifted up my head to look: the roof resolved to clouds, high and dim; the gleam was such as the moon imparts to vapours she is about to sever. i watched her come—watched with the strangest anticipation; as though some word of doom were to be written on her disk. she broke forth as never moon yet burst from cloud: a hand first penetrated the sable folds and waved them away; then, not a moon, but a white human form shone in the azure, inclining a glorious brow earthward. it gazed and gazed on me. it spoke to my spirit: immeasurably distant was the tone, yet so near, it whispered in my heart— “my daughter, flee temptation.” “mother, i will.” so i answered after i had waked from the trance-like dream. it was yet night, but july nights are short: soon after midnight, dawn comes. “it cannot be too early to commence the task i have to fulfil,” thought i. i rose: i was dressed; for i had taken off nothing but my shoes. i knew where to find in my drawers some linen, a locket, a ring. in seeking these articles, i encountered the beads of a pearl necklace mr. rochester had forced me to accept a few days ago. i left that; it was not mine: it was the visionary bride’s who had melted in air. the other articles i made up in a parcel; my purse, containing twenty shillings (it was all i had), i put in my pocket: i tied on my straw bonnet, pinned my shawl, took the parcel and my slippers, which i would not put on yet, and stole from my room. “farewell, kind mrs. fairfax!” i whispered, as i glided past her door. “farewell, my darling adèle!” i said, as i glanced towards the nursery. no thought could be admitted of entering to embrace her. i had to deceive a fine ear: for aught i knew it might now be listening. i would have got past mr. rochester’s chamber without a pause; but my heart momentarily stopping its beat at that threshold, my foot was forced to stop also. no sleep was there: the inmate was walking restlessly from wall to wall; and again and again he sighed while i listened. there was a heaven—a temporary heaven—in this room for me, if i chose: i had but to go in and to say— “mr. rochester, i will love you and live with you through life till death,” and a fount of rapture would spring to my lips. i thought of this. that kind master, who could not sleep now, was waiting with impatience for day. he would send for me in the morning; i should be gone. he would have me sought for: vainly. he would feel himself forsaken; his love rejected: he would suffer; perhaps grow desperate. i thought of this too. my hand moved towards the lock: i caught it back, and glided on. drearily i wound my way downstairs: i knew what i had to do, and i did it mechanically. i sought the key of the side-door in the kitchen; i sought, too, a phial of oil and a feather; i oiled the key and the lock. i got some water, i got some bread: for perhaps i should have to walk far; and my strength, sorely shaken of late, must not break down. all this i did without one sound. i opened the door, passed out, shut it softly. dim dawn glimmered in the yard. the great gates were closed and locked; but a wicket in one of them was only latched. through that i departed: it, too, i shut; and now i was out of thornfield. a mile off, beyond the fields, lay a road which stretched in the contrary direction to millcote; a road i had never travelled, but often noticed, and wondered where it led: thither i bent my steps. no reflection was to be allowed now: not one glance was to be cast back; not even one forward. not one thought was to be given either to the past or the future. the first was a page so heavenly sweet—so deadly sad—that to read one line of it would dissolve my courage and break down my energy. the last was an awful blank: something like the world when the deluge was gone by. i skirted fields, and hedges, and lanes till after sunrise. i believe it was a lovely summer morning: i know my shoes, which i had put on when i left the house, were soon wet with dew. but i looked neither to rising sun, nor smiling sky, nor wakening nature. he who is taken out to pass through a fair scene to the scaffold, thinks not of the flowers that smile on his road, but of the block and axe-edge; of the disseverment of bone and vein; of the grave gaping at the end: and i thought of drear flight and homeless wandering—and oh! with agony i thought of what i left. i could not help it. i thought of him now—in his room—watching the sunrise; hoping i should soon come to say i would stay with him and be his. i longed to be his; i panted to return: it was not too late; i could yet spare him the bitter pang of bereavement. as yet my flight, i was sure, was undiscovered. i could go back and be his comforter—his pride; his redeemer from misery, perhaps from ruin. oh, that fear of his self-abandonment—far worse than my abandonment—how it goaded me! it was a barbed arrow-head in my breast; it tore me when i tried to extract it; it sickened me when remembrance thrust it farther in. birds began singing in brake and copse: birds were faithful to their mates; birds were emblems of love. %e2%80%9cjane%20eyre%e2%80%9d%20by%20charlotte%20bront%c3%ab
“jane eyre” by charlotte brontë (fragment pags. 267 y 268. traductor juan g. de luaces; introducción marta pessarrodona) “farewell!” was the cry of my heart as i left him. despair added, “farewell for ever!”. that night i never thought to sleep; but a slumber fell on me as soon as i lay down in bed. i was transported in thought to the scenes of childhood: i dreamt i lay in the red-room at gateshead; that the night was dark, and my mind impressed with strange fears. the light that long ago had struck me into syncope, recalled in this vision, seemed glindingly to mount the wall, and tremblingly to pause in the centre of the obscured ceiling. i lifted up my head to look: the roof resolved to clouds, high and dim; the gleam was such as the moon imparts to vapours she is about to sever. i watched her come—watched with the strangest anticipation; as though some word of doom were to be written on her disk. she broke forth as never moon yet burst from cloud: a hand first penetrated the sable folds and waved them away; then, not a moon, but a white human form shone in the azure, inclining a glorious brow earthward. it gazed and gazed on me. it spoke to my spirit: immeasurably distant was the tone, yet so near, it whispered in my heart— “my daughter, flee temptation.” “mother, i will.” so i answered after i had waked from the trance-like dream. it was yet night, but july nights are short: soon after midnight, dawn comes. “it cannot be too early to commence the task i have to fulfil,” thought i. i rose: i was dressed; for i had taken off nothing but my shoes. i knew where to find in my drawers some linen, a locket, a ring. in seeking these articles, i encountered the beads of a pearl necklace mr. rochester had forced me to accept a few days ago. i left that; it was not mine: it was the visionary bride’s who had melted in air. the other articles i made up in a parcel; my purse, containing twenty shillings (it was all i had), i put in my pocket: i tied on my straw bonnet, pinned my shawl, took the parcel and my slippers, which i would not put on yet, and stole from my room. “farewell, kind mrs. fairfax!” i whispered, as i glided past her door. “farewell, my darling adèle!” i said, as i glanced towards the nursery. no thought could be admitted of entering to embrace her. i had to deceive a fine ear: for aught i knew it might now be listening. i would have got past mr. rochester’s chamber without a pause; but my heart momentarily stopping its beat at that threshold, my foot was forced to stop also. no sleep was there: the inmate was walking restlessly from wall to wall; and again and again he sighed while i listened. there was a heaven—a temporary heaven—in this room for me, if i chose: i had but to go in and to say— “mr. rochester, i will love you and live with you through life till death,” and a fount of rapture would spring to my lips. i thought of this. that kind master, who could not sleep now, was waiting with impatience for day. he would send for me in the morning; i should be gone. he would have me sought for: vainly. he would feel himself forsaken; his love rejected: he would suffer; perhaps grow desperate. i thought of this too. my hand moved towards the lock: i caught it back, and glided on. drearily i wound my way downstairs: i knew what i had to do, and i did it mechanically. i sought the key of the side-door in the kitchen; i sought, too, a phial of oil and a feather; i oiled the key and the lock. i got some water, i got some bread: for perhaps i should have to walk far; and my strength, sorely shaken of late, must not break down. all this i did without one sound. i opened the door, passed out, shut it softly. dim dawn glimmered in the yard. the great gates were closed and locked; but a wicket in one of them was only latched. through that i departed: it, too, i shut; and now i was out of thornfield. a mile off, beyond the fields, lay a road which stretched in the contrary direction to millcote; a road i had never travelled, but often noticed, and wondered where it led: thither i bent my steps. no reflection was to be allowed now: not one glance was to be cast back; not even one forward. not one thought was to be given either to the past or the future. the first was a page so heavenly sweet—so deadly sad—that to read one line of it would dissolve my courage and break down my energy. the last was an awful blank: something like the world when the deluge was gone by. i skirted fields, and hedges, and lanes till after sunrise. i believe it was a lovely summer morning: i know my shoes, which i had put on when i left the house, were soon wet with dew. but i looked neither to rising sun, nor smiling sky, nor wakening nature. he who is taken out to pass through a fair scene to the scaffold, thinks not of the flowers that smile on his road, but of the block and axe-edge; of the disseverment of bone and vein; of the grave gaping at the end: and i thought of drear flight and homeless wandering—and oh! with agony i thought of what i left. i could not help it. i thought of him now—in his room—watching the sunrise; hoping i should soon come to say i would stay with him and be his. i longed to be his; i panted to return: it was not too late; i could yet spare him the bitter pang of bereavement. as yet my flight, i was sure, was undiscovered. i could go back and be his comforter—his pride; his redeemer from misery, perhaps from ruin. oh, that fear of his self-abandonment—far worse than my abandonment—how it goaded me! it was a barbed arrow-head in my breast; it tore me when i tried to extract it; it sickened me when remembrance thrust it farther in. birds began singing in brake and copse: birds were faithful to their mates; birds were emblems of love. “jane eyre” by charlotte brontë