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I received the Engineer's Degree in Electronics and Electricity from the Facultad de Ingeniería, Universidad de Mendoza, Argentina in 1985. My MSc degree is in Applied Mathematics (Statistics) from the Instituto de Matemática Pura e Aplicada (IMPA), Rio de Janeiro, RJ, Brazil, obtained in 1990. My PhD degree is in Applied Computing from the Instituto Nacional de Pesquisas Espaciais (INPE), São José dos Campos, SP, Brazil, obtained in 1993. During both my MSc and PhD I worked with statistical models for image simulation, processing, and analysis: Markov random fields and models for synthetic aperture radar (SAR) images. My current research interests, besides image processing and analysis, include computational statistics and modelling of complex systems.

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Marguerite Yourcenar

Ni ampararse del día bajo el árbol de tinieblas,
Ni morder el verano en las frutas dormido,
Ni besar en los labios lentos de tinieblas
Al muerto evaporado y vano de haber sido.

Ni penetrar el centro del álgebra fría,
Ni en el vacío clavar la máscara infinita.
Ni sembrar el olvido en el glorioso río
Y derramar la nada en la tumba bendita.

Ni rozar, Amor mío, tu boca entregada,
Ni su deseo quemar sin la llama esperada,
Ni arrastrar en el cuerpo rendido la herida.

Ni rezar con las manos juntas de la pena,
Sino traer consigo en la noche serena
El hondo corazón donde sangró la vida.

Letra de Knee 5, da ópera Einstein on the Beach, de Philip Glass
A declaração de amor mais tocante que já vi

BUS DRIVER : Lovers on a Park Bench

(Text written by Mr. Samuel Johnson)

The day with its cares and perplexities is ended and the night is now upon us. The night should be a time of peace and tranquility, a time to relax and be calm. We have need of a soothing story to banish the disturbing thoughts of the day, to set at rest our troubled minds, and put at ease our ruffled spirits.

And what sort of story shall we hear ? Ah, it will be a familiar story, a story that is so very, very old, and yet it is so new. It is the old, old story of love.

Two lovers sat on a park bench with their bodies touching each other, holding hands in the moonlight.

There was silence between them. So profound was theire love for each other, they needed no words to express it. And so they sat in silence, on a park bench, with their bodies touching, holding hands in the moonlight.

Finally she spoke. "Do you love me, John ?" she asked. "You know I love you. darling," he replied. "I love you more than tongue can tell. You are the light of my life. my sun. moon and stars. You are my everything. Without you I have no reason for being."

Again there was silence as the two lovers sat on a park bench, their bodies touching, holding handls in the moonlight. Once more she spoke. "How much do you love me, John ?" she asked. He answered : "How' much do I love you ? Count the stars in the sky. Measure the waters of the oceans with a teaspoon. Number the grains of sand on the sea shore. Impossible, you say. Yes and it is just as impossible for me to say how much I love you.

"My love for you is higher than the heavens, deeper than Hades, and broader than the earth. It has no limits, no bounds. Everything must have an ending except my love for you."

There was more of silence as the two lovers sat on a park bench with their bodies touching, holding hands in the moonlight.

Once more her voice was heard. "Kiss me, John" she implored. And leaning over, he pressed his lips warmly to hers in fervent osculation...

Knee 5