The International Standard Book Number (ISBN) is a unique numeric commercial book identifier based upon the 9-digit Standard Book Numbering (SBN) code created by Gordon Foster, Emeritus Professor of Statistics at Trinity College, Dublin, for the booksellers and stationers W. H. Smith and others in 1966.
The 10-digit ISBN format was developed by the International Organization for Standardization (ISO) and was published in 1970 as international standard ISO 2108. (However, the 9-digit SBN code was used in the United Kingdom until 1974.) An SBN may be converted to an ISBN by prepending the digit '0'. Currently, the ISO's TC 46/SC 9 is responsible for the ISBN. The ISO on-line facility only refers back to 1978.
Since 1 January 2007, ISBNs have contained 13 digits, a format that is compatible with Bookland EAN-13s.
Occasionally, a book may appear without a printed ISBN if it is printed privately or the author does not follow the usual ISBN procedure; however, this can be rectified later.
A similar numeric identifier, the International Standard Serial Number (ISSN), identifies periodical publications such as magazines.
[Instrumental]
Triumfa España
Let us sing, comrades,
the great battle song,
our fierce voices
shall prove we're strong
soldiers, the country
calls us to the fight.
we swear to her loyalty
to conquer or die.
Triumfa españa el fantasma de la Edad de Oro
brave is your Jesus El Toreador!
the fire of battle
the trumpet of war,
affrighting the greedy,
the cannons now roar.
Raise your arms, sons
and daughters of spain,
this glorious nation is
emerging again.
Triumfa España!
Los yunques y las ruedas,
cantan al compass
del himno de la fe.
Gloria, Gloria, crown of the poor,
brave is your Jesus El Toreador
Gloria, Gloria, crown of the poor,
Todo el tiempo queriendo escapar y nada acaba,
no puedo olvidar, la piedra es piedra sin ninguna raz?n.
y ella es la sangre de la m?sica,
flota en el eco de la m?sica y me hace re?r cuando se apaga la luz.
Y acerc?ndose me hacia tan feliz.
Un susurro soy, un mar lej?simo.
y en el agua escucho voces que acariciar?n mi piel.
no conozco nada de verdad y sin embargo dejo de pensar,
s?lo quiero correr, que todo sea calor.
y ella es la espina que me gusta m?s,
ella es la fruta que quiero probar,
remando sin ver, un barco contra reloj.
y acerc?ndose me hacia tan feliz.
un susurro soy, un mar lej?simo.