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Final Sayan Forum _ Hi Tech _ Aiuto: Come unire più clip

Inviato da: pilaf il Jun 16 2008, 07:47 PM

ciao a tutti, ho bisogno di un aiuto, come si fa ad unire 7 videoclip ini formato AVI per arrivare ad averne uno unico?? e come si fa a mettere la musica sotto??? quale programma è meglio usare??
grazie

Inviato da: super trunks il Jun 16 2008, 10:17 PM

Ci sono molti programmi..Quello più comune è Windows Movie Maker, altrimenti prova con Nero Vision

Inviato da: vegeta scouter il Jun 16 2008, 10:25 PM

Io uso Nero Vision,mi trovo molto bene....

Inviato da: Bardackssj2 il Jun 17 2008, 05:29 PM

Io a volte uso anche virtualdub che è un software gratuito proprio per queste cose! E' un po difficile usarlo all'inizio ma pian piano capirai come utilizzarlo grazie anche a delle guide. Comunque sia ho trovato un video su youtube (un tutorial) che spiega come usarlo:

http://it.youtube.com/watch?v=4t1w-fc_R8E

Spero ti sia utile e soprattutto spero che capisci la guida (dato che è in inglese) ma non credo dovresti avere problemi poiché non ci sono parole complesse o termini tecnici...

P.S. Come alternativa c'è windows movie maker ma non è un granché!

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A moment passed and a young woman led us to our seats at the other end of a table already occupied by an elderly couple. She gave us two menus.

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When the young waitress returned, we placed our order and our new 'friends' gave her explicit instructions on how to prepare the food and what side dishes we should have. Despite our limited ability to speak the other's language, we continued our lively conversation throughout the meal. We discovered that they were in their seventies and had been sweethearts for about ten years. She lived nearby in Paris, while he lived in the country. They met here once a week to share a pleasant dinner. Frankly, I have no idea how we understood each other, but we talked about the beauty of Paris, our lives and families, and of course, our other travels.
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