Aquí tenim el guanyador del concurs de microrelats 2019-2020. Enhorabona!
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Aquí tenemos el ganador del concurso de microrrelatos 2019-2020. ¡Enhorabuena!
9 nov 2020
3 nov 2020
Reserva material i cita prèvia
Benvolgut alumnat,
A partir d’avui 3 de novembre podeu fer reserves de material al nostre catàleg virtual. Com es poden fer reserves de material? Molt senzill. Una vegada tingueu el carnet de la biblioteca, heu d’anar al web de la biblioteca, entrar a l’àrea de socis (a dalt a la dreta) 👇
i ficar el vostre usuari (en vermell) i la contrasenya (en verd)
L’usuari és el vostre email personal (no el corporatiu). Si no recordau la contrasenya, podeu demanar que se us envii un recordatori (en blau).
Una vegada heu iniciat sessió, podeu anar al catàleg online, seleccionar fins a dos elements prestables i donar-li al botó de reservar. Un cop estigui preparat aquest material, rebreu un email amb l’enllaç a la petició de cita prèvia, seleccionau l’horari que vos vagi bé i el tindrem llest per que el vengueu a cercar. Si voleu veure un tutorial de com fer aquestes gestions, no dubteu en anar al nostre canal de youtube per accedir als tutorials de la biblioteca
Us esperam!
L'equip de la biblioteca
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Querido alumnado,
A partir de hoy 3 de noviembre podéis hacer reservas de material en nuestro catálogo virtual. ¿Cómo se puede reservar material? Muy sencillo. Una vez tengáis el carnet de la biblioteca, tenéis que ir a la web de la biblioteca, entrar en el área de socios (arriba a la derecha) 👇
y escribir vuestro usuario (en rojo) y la contraseña (en verde)
El usuario es vuestro email personal (no el corporativo). Si no recordáis la contraseña, podéis restablecerla con un recordatorio (en azul).
Una vez hayas iniciado sesión, puedes acceder al catálogo virtual, seleccionar hasta dos elementos prestables y darle al botón de reservar. Una vez esté preparado este material, recibirás un correo electrónico con el enlace a la petición de cita previa, selecciona el horario que te vaya mejor y lo tendremos listo para que lo vengas a buscar. Si quieres ver un tutorial de cómo realizar estas gestiones, no dudes en ir a nuestro canal de youtube para acceder a los tutoriales de la biblioteca.
Os esperamos,
El equipo de la biblioteca
El equipo de la biblioteca
25 oct 2020
Inici de curs. Setmana 26-29 d'octubre obrim exclusivament per a fer carnets al nous socis.
Benvolgut alumnat,
des de la biblioteca de l’EOI de Palma volem donar-vos la benvinguda al nou curs i animar-vos a venir a conèixer-mos. Enguany, degut a la crisi sanitària, hem introduït alguns canvis respecte a anys anteriors. No es podrà emprar la sala d’estudi ni els ordinadors, però podreu fer-vos el carnet, consultar el catàleg online, fer reserves de material i venir-lo a cercar amb cita prèvia. Teniu disponible un ampli catàleg de llibres, audiollibres, DVDs, revistes, etc. que estan esperant-vos de manera segura, ja que tot el material passa un període de quarantena per a la vostra seguretat.
Fins ara hem obert per donar els premis del II CONCURS DE MICRORELATS EOIPALMA, que ha estat un èxit. Volem aprofitar aquesta oportunitat per donar l’enhorabona a tots i totes les participants i animar a tothom a participar en el III CONCURS DE MICRORELATS que anunciarem més endavant.
La biblioteca de l’EOI de Palma obre les seves portes al públic general la setmana de dilluns 26 a dijous 29 d’octubre únicament per a la gestió dels carnets dels nous/noves usuaris/usuàries. Si mai no heu tingut carnet de la nostra biblioteca, abans de venir, haureu d’emplenar aquest formulari i demanar cita prèvia per venir a cercar el vostre carnet. No us oblideu de dur una foto carnet.
Més endavant us informarem del procediment de reserves de material
Per estar al corrent de les novetats podeu consultar el nostre blog o l’instagram de la biblioteca.
Tot i que aquest curs serà diferent, obrim les nostres portes amb la mateixa il·lusió de sempre i vos-hi esperam.
Una salutació
L’equip de la biblioteca
Querido alumnado,
desde la biblioteca de la EOI de Palma queremos daros la bienvenida al nuevo curso y animaros a venir a conocernos. Este año, debido a la crisis sanitaria, hemos introducido cambios respecto a años anteriores. No se podrá usar la sala de estudio ni los ordenadores, pero podréis haceros el carnet, consultar el catálogo, online, hacer reservas de material y venir a buscarlo con cita previa. Tenéis disponible un amplio catálogo de libros, audiolibros, DVDs, revistas, etc. que os están esperando de manera segura, ya que todo el material pasa un periodo de cuarentena por vuestra seguridad.
Hasta ahora hemos abierto para dar los premios del II CONCURSO DEMICRORRELATOS EOI PALMA, que ha sido un éxito. Queremos aprovechar esta oportunidad para dar la enhorabuena a todos y todas las participantes y animar a todo el mundo a participar en el III CONCURSO DE MICRORRELATOS que anunciaremos más adelante.
La biblioteca de la EOI de Palma abre sus puertas el lunes 26 de octubre para la gestión de los carnets de los nuevos/as usuarios/as. Si nunca has tenido carnet de la biblioteca, antes de venir, tienes que rellenar este formulario y pedir cita previa para venir a buscar el carnet. No olvides traer una foto carnet.
Para estar al corriente de las novedades podéis consultar nuestro blog o instagram de la biblioteca.
Aunque este curso vaya a ser diferente, abrimos nuestras puertas con la misma ilusión de siempre y os esperamos.
Un saludo,
El equipo de la biblioteca
Guanyadors II concurs de microrelats
Aquí teniu els guanyadors del II Concurs de Microrelats de la EOI de Palma. Enhorabona als guanyadors i gràcies per participar!
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¡Aquí tenemos a los ganadores del II Concurso de Microrrelatos de la EOI de Palma. ¡Enhorabuena a los ganadores y gracias por la participación!
21 jun 2020
Devolució material prestat biblioteca
Hem establert un calendari perquè puguis tornar el
material prestat a la biblioteca de l'EOI de Palma. Ens trobaràs a una
taula a l'entrada de la seu central (EOI Palma, carrer Aragó 59).
Dimarts 23 de juny
de 10 a 12
de 17 a 19
Dijous 25 de juny
de 10 a 12
de 17 a 19
Divendres 26 de juny
de 10 a 12
de 17 a 19
Moltes gràcies i fins aviat
L'equip de la biblioteca de 'EOI de Palma
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Hemos establecido un calendario para
que puedas devolver el material prestado a la biblioteca de la EOI de
Palma. Nos encontrarás en una mesa en la entrada de la sede central
(calle Aragón 59)
Martes 23 de junio
de 10 a 12
de 17 a 19
Jueves 25 de junio
de 10 a 12
de 17 a 19
Viernes 26 de juny
de 10 a 12
de 17 a 19
Muchas gracias y hasta pronto
El equipo de la biblioteca de la EOI de Palma
8 jun 2020
Relats publicats
Des de dia 21 d'abril hem publicat, diàriament, els relats guanyadors i els accèssits del II concurs de microrelats biblioteca EOI de Palma.
Moltes gràcies a tots els participants i esperam que hageu gaudit de les històries.
Moltes gràcies a tots els participants i esperam que hageu gaudit de les històries.
7 jun 2020
Anglès C1. Accèssit. Paula Calvó Garcia
The little maiden came into the courtyard. The branches with roses
arisen from her head caused her to be careful when she went through the
door. Another little guy was sat there, in a patch of grass, looking at a
fluttering butterfly whose role had been sidelined with the girl's
entrance. Some of the green leaves hanging from the branches that
stretched and bent over the girl’s head were swept away by a gust of
chilly wind. He squatted to try to grasp some of them, but suddenly the
boy gasped and coughed. A flood of dandelions fled from his mouth
through every effort to breathe, whereas all the seeds were scattered
into the air. He raised his head as shame gripped him, but she was
gazing at him with a grin in her face: all the kids in that place were
special, yet they would never become adults.
6 jun 2020
Anglès B2. Accèssit. Adrián Olmo Cerro
MY MOTHER
This is a real story. Unfortunately, I have grown up in a mixture of feelings between hate and apprehension to my father since I saw him hitting my mum for the first time. How could understand that extremely heartrending situation a-3-years old boy?
Nevertheless, I have never let myself lose control of my fears although I knew since I was a child that my mother and I could die. Every day I had deep thoughts about why life was so unfair to us, why I had to live with a man who enjoyed drinking alcohol and defaming the most incredible woman and mother in the world. While my mum was an absolutely sorrowful shadow of what she used to be, at the age of 18 I could not stand that terrifying situation any longer and I faced him.
Ten years late I didn’t hesitate to go to the hospital some hours before he died of cancer. I ask that poor man to look at my GREEN eyes, the same colour of my mum’s. Suddenly, he stopped breathing and we didn’t have to confront our challenging faces anymore.
This is a real story. Unfortunately, I have grown up in a mixture of feelings between hate and apprehension to my father since I saw him hitting my mum for the first time. How could understand that extremely heartrending situation a-3-years old boy?
Nevertheless, I have never let myself lose control of my fears although I knew since I was a child that my mother and I could die. Every day I had deep thoughts about why life was so unfair to us, why I had to live with a man who enjoyed drinking alcohol and defaming the most incredible woman and mother in the world. While my mum was an absolutely sorrowful shadow of what she used to be, at the age of 18 I could not stand that terrifying situation any longer and I faced him.
Ten years late I didn’t hesitate to go to the hospital some hours before he died of cancer. I ask that poor man to look at my GREEN eyes, the same colour of my mum’s. Suddenly, he stopped breathing and we didn’t have to confront our challenging faces anymore.
5 jun 2020
Anglès B1. Accèssit. Guillem Miguel Gaya
Horror story.
One couple have dinner with their friends. But they don't want to leave alone their son Tommy because is only 13 years old. Tommy don't want a nanny because he things that he is old enough. His parents accepted but his mother tells him that if he's scared he should put his hand under the bed to get the dog to suck it because that will calm him and if is necessary she will leave the number dialed and just press the green button.
The parents went to the dinner and he went to the bed with his dog. A few moments later he starts to hear a strange sound from the badroom and he put the he puts his hand under the bed for the dog to lick. Then he decided to go the bathroom and he saw that the sound was the dripping fauced. He closed it and went back to bed. An hour later he woke up and heard the same noise. He went to the bathroom again, but this time he saw something very different. There was his dead dog and written in blood on the mirror ""Psychopaths suck hands too"".
One couple have dinner with their friends. But they don't want to leave alone their son Tommy because is only 13 years old. Tommy don't want a nanny because he things that he is old enough. His parents accepted but his mother tells him that if he's scared he should put his hand under the bed to get the dog to suck it because that will calm him and if is necessary she will leave the number dialed and just press the green button.
The parents went to the dinner and he went to the bed with his dog. A few moments later he starts to hear a strange sound from the badroom and he put the he puts his hand under the bed for the dog to lick. Then he decided to go the bathroom and he saw that the sound was the dripping fauced. He closed it and went back to bed. An hour later he woke up and heard the same noise. He went to the bathroom again, but this time he saw something very different. There was his dead dog and written in blood on the mirror ""Psychopaths suck hands too"".
4 jun 2020
Italià B1. Accèssit. Melisa Marcela Fernández
C' era una volta un matrimonio giovane che viveva in un posto sperduto
tra le montagne. Per molto tempo erano felici e senza preoccupazione.
Loro amavano la natura, l'aria pura, la brezza estiva, la neve
invernale, l'immensità della foresta verde che gli circondava. Un
giorno, mentre loro cercavano i funghi nella foresta, trovarono un
piccolo coniglio ferito e spaventato. Lei pulì le ferite, gli diede da mangiare e gli adottò. Lei adorava la sua nuova compagnia, così tanto
che non aveva già occhi per suo marito. Tutte le carezze ed i bacci
erano per il coniglieto. Però una sera, il coniglio birichino scappò via
e mai più tornò. Per giorni e notti lei pianse senza conforto, quindi
suo marito decise di andare a cercarlo, ma sulla strada si trovò con la
fata dei desideri. L'unico desiderio suo era di essere felice nuovamente
con sua moglie, e così fu che la fata lo transformò in un adorabile
coniglio perché sua moglie lo coccolase, lo accarezzassi e lo baciasse
come sempre l'aveva fatto.
3 jun 2020
Anglès B2. Accèssit. José Cándido López Fernández
When I was a nine-year-old kid, my brother, my sister and I were having a
long walk at Elvina’s Park, in Coruna. We were all right and we decided
to sit on a big granite’s stone to wait for the sunset. We were there,
in silence for a while, enjoying the horizon, when we saw a tiny green
spot over the sun for about two seconds. We didn’t know what it was but
we kept it a secret for sometime until we forgot it all.
Fifteen years later I began to watch many Rohmer’s films, thanks to the film library and thanks to my Gallicised mother. One day I fell over ‘The Green Ray’ and the souvenir of my childhood came as a thunder to me. I waited until the end of the film and then I ran as a Thomson’s gazelle to tell my brother and sister the whole story.
I felt a little shocked when I noticed they, despite all my efforts, had fully forgotten the greenish incident but not the walk and the silent sunset we shared. As a matter of fact, they were right, the green ray was not the important thing.
Fifteen years later I began to watch many Rohmer’s films, thanks to the film library and thanks to my Gallicised mother. One day I fell over ‘The Green Ray’ and the souvenir of my childhood came as a thunder to me. I waited until the end of the film and then I ran as a Thomson’s gazelle to tell my brother and sister the whole story.
I felt a little shocked when I noticed they, despite all my efforts, had fully forgotten the greenish incident but not the walk and the silent sunset we shared. As a matter of fact, they were right, the green ray was not the important thing.
2 jun 2020
Anglès B1. Relat guanyador. Climent Alfaro Coll
STOP
Virus it have rounded the world
destroying all it touch
of that wonderful World,
it call itself the most clever
that in the planet ever lived,
call it: humans, persons, people…
They change the place where they stay
turn it all the colours to black and grey,
and make their planet a dirty place
But can be the Earth chance
To will back green again.
Another virus just arrive
and lots humans might die.
Fear close up us in our homes
Everybody sending hopes,
all one wants keep in touch
to doesn't felt as alone
It`s time to realize
the power what Earth emit
maybe it wants survive
maybe it wants to give advice:
Stop of live as fast,
enjoy the simple times,
Stop make a mess of the World,
Turn back it the colours:
blues, greens, yellows, oranges,
purple, ,pink, ochre ....
Stop the colour of money,
the black of the fuel,
the grey of our souls.
Stop to think where we go
Stop to give us a hope
Stop to make love more.
Virus it have rounded the world
destroying all it touch
of that wonderful World,
it call itself the most clever
that in the planet ever lived,
call it: humans, persons, people…
They change the place where they stay
turn it all the colours to black and grey,
and make their planet a dirty place
But can be the Earth chance
To will back green again.
Another virus just arrive
and lots humans might die.
Fear close up us in our homes
Everybody sending hopes,
all one wants keep in touch
to doesn't felt as alone
It`s time to realize
the power what Earth emit
maybe it wants survive
maybe it wants to give advice:
Stop of live as fast,
enjoy the simple times,
Stop make a mess of the World,
Turn back it the colours:
blues, greens, yellows, oranges,
purple, ,pink, ochre ....
Stop the colour of money,
the black of the fuel,
the grey of our souls.
Stop to think where we go
Stop to give us a hope
Stop to make love more.
1 jun 2020
Anglès B2. Accèssit. Xisca Pons Valori
Revenge
My name is Penny and I might die today. It all had started with a like in Instagram, two hours later we set the day for our first date.
We went for a beer; he took me home, I invited him to come in. We had a drink and we got frisky. We went to my bedroom, he tied me to the bed. Then, he headed out to the kitchen to get some cream but came back with a knife.
Relax, I will not make you suffer, he told me as he slid the knife over my breast. “Do you remember Sam?” He asked me. “No, I do not know who he is” I answered. “Think about it” he told me as he held me tighter with the knife. Sam was my friend and he committed suicide because you turned him down and he wore the green willow.
“We were younger”, I screamed. “Being a teenager, he hanged himself”, he replied to me. “Be quiet, this will happen quickly”. He told me in a sadistic tone. He was just about to stick a knife in me when I heard a shot and he fell on top of me. I could not see who was there, and I closed my eyes.
My name is Penny and I might die today. It all had started with a like in Instagram, two hours later we set the day for our first date.
We went for a beer; he took me home, I invited him to come in. We had a drink and we got frisky. We went to my bedroom, he tied me to the bed. Then, he headed out to the kitchen to get some cream but came back with a knife.
Relax, I will not make you suffer, he told me as he slid the knife over my breast. “Do you remember Sam?” He asked me. “No, I do not know who he is” I answered. “Think about it” he told me as he held me tighter with the knife. Sam was my friend and he committed suicide because you turned him down and he wore the green willow.
“We were younger”, I screamed. “Being a teenager, he hanged himself”, he replied to me. “Be quiet, this will happen quickly”. He told me in a sadistic tone. He was just about to stick a knife in me when I heard a shot and he fell on top of me. I could not see who was there, and I closed my eyes.
31 may 2020
Català C. Relat guanyador. Maria Ángeles Recio García
LA CONVERSA MAI FINALITZADA
Catalina Amengual decidí passar aquell diumenge primaveral al port de Sóller amb Víctor Ferragut. Contemplar la floració dels ametllers havia estat la raó d'agafar el centenari tren de fusta que aviat travessà la vall florida.
La naturalesa exuberant dugué la conversa dels amics cap als impressionistes francesos de finals del segle XIX. Llavors un turista, Bernat Nicolau, s'afegí a l'animada conversa. Després passejaren pel Port, menjaren a una terrassa de la platja i tornaren plegats al capvespre.
Catalina i Bernat es feren amants arran de la posterior estada d'ell a Mallorca, i del viatge de Catalina a Barcelona. L'última nit soparen a Els Quatre Gats i l'endemà pujaren a Montserrat. Asseguts al verd tren cremallera telefonaren a Víctor i reprengueren aquella conversa que iniciaren mesos abans.
Però de sobte el tren descarrilà i la conversa quedà definitivament interrompuda, per això Víctor, desotat i tristíssim, avui ho explicava a ""La Vanguardia""
Catalina Amengual decidí passar aquell diumenge primaveral al port de Sóller amb Víctor Ferragut. Contemplar la floració dels ametllers havia estat la raó d'agafar el centenari tren de fusta que aviat travessà la vall florida.
La naturalesa exuberant dugué la conversa dels amics cap als impressionistes francesos de finals del segle XIX. Llavors un turista, Bernat Nicolau, s'afegí a l'animada conversa. Després passejaren pel Port, menjaren a una terrassa de la platja i tornaren plegats al capvespre.
Catalina i Bernat es feren amants arran de la posterior estada d'ell a Mallorca, i del viatge de Catalina a Barcelona. L'última nit soparen a Els Quatre Gats i l'endemà pujaren a Montserrat. Asseguts al verd tren cremallera telefonaren a Víctor i reprengueren aquella conversa que iniciaren mesos abans.
Però de sobte el tren descarrilà i la conversa quedà definitivament interrompuda, per això Víctor, desotat i tristíssim, avui ho explicava a ""La Vanguardia""
30 may 2020
Anglès B2. Accèssit. Javier Fernández Pomar
"It is often said that green is the color of Hope, although nowadays many people claim that it's the color of Money.
Firstly, we usually watch Coronavirus microscope images on the news where it seems green.
Secondly, It goes without saying that Coronavirus is one of the most important issues facing us today.
Last but not least, it's worth considering Stan Lee was an American comic book writer who gathered the words money, hope and superheroes fighting against global threats.
For instance, Tony Stark is a billionare who used to sell weapons. However, one day he turned into Iron Man and he sacrificed his life to defeat Thanos who wanted to finish half of world population as if a lethal virus.
Moreover, Bruce Banner is a mild-mannered scientist who was exposed to heavy doses of gamma radiation and transformed himself into a green machine of rage called ""Hulk"".
As far as I'm concerned, the superheroes on these days are the healthcare personnel such as nurses, doctors and psychologists."
Firstly, we usually watch Coronavirus microscope images on the news where it seems green.
Secondly, It goes without saying that Coronavirus is one of the most important issues facing us today.
Last but not least, it's worth considering Stan Lee was an American comic book writer who gathered the words money, hope and superheroes fighting against global threats.
For instance, Tony Stark is a billionare who used to sell weapons. However, one day he turned into Iron Man and he sacrificed his life to defeat Thanos who wanted to finish half of world population as if a lethal virus.
Moreover, Bruce Banner is a mild-mannered scientist who was exposed to heavy doses of gamma radiation and transformed himself into a green machine of rage called ""Hulk"".
As far as I'm concerned, the superheroes on these days are the healthcare personnel such as nurses, doctors and psychologists."
29 may 2020
Anglès B2. Accèssit. Paloma Llistó Simón
"""The Hand""
It was a wild, dark and stormy night when James was walking along the main street called ""Light green"" and he saw a big package that had been appeared on land. He bent down and picked it up. James removed the paper that wrapped the package to see what it was. The smell was getting stronger so James imagined that it could be rotten food, but too far from reality. His face changed when he discovered inside the package there was a hand. James called the police right away. Twenty minutes later, the police arrived to ""Light Green"" street and they started to investigate the crime. It seems that the murder was pretty silly because his fingerprints made with blood were all around the package. That is why John J.R. was caught and arrested. After three days the jury reached their verdict, John was found guilty. The fingerprints found his. It was enough to sentence him to fifty years in prison. But on the fourth day in prison he died because of an early heart attack."
It was a wild, dark and stormy night when James was walking along the main street called ""Light green"" and he saw a big package that had been appeared on land. He bent down and picked it up. James removed the paper that wrapped the package to see what it was. The smell was getting stronger so James imagined that it could be rotten food, but too far from reality. His face changed when he discovered inside the package there was a hand. James called the police right away. Twenty minutes later, the police arrived to ""Light Green"" street and they started to investigate the crime. It seems that the murder was pretty silly because his fingerprints made with blood were all around the package. That is why John J.R. was caught and arrested. After three days the jury reached their verdict, John was found guilty. The fingerprints found his. It was enough to sentence him to fifty years in prison. But on the fourth day in prison he died because of an early heart attack."
28 may 2020
Anglès B2. Accèssit.. Maria del Carmen Escoto Mesquida
My husband and I are used to travelling to cold places in summer, but
very often we run out of ideas and then we make for The Pyrenees. We
usually have a great time because we are keen on nature and we never get
tired of seeing such breathtaking landscapes which show, even in
summer, their best and varied green colour. Usually everything goes
right, but not always…
Last time we were there was four years ago. During the day we got around picturesque small villages and high mountains. From time to time, we stopped to approach narrow rivers and blue lakes. The photos my husband took were really spectacular.
As we are very fond of the local specialities, we enjoyed buying something for lunch, however, at nights we looked for a good restaurant and we tasted the local wine and a more elaborate cuisine.
Those first days were amazing, until we stopped at that petrol station and my husband put the wrong fuel. Then another story started. I wish I had hired an electric car!
Last time we were there was four years ago. During the day we got around picturesque small villages and high mountains. From time to time, we stopped to approach narrow rivers and blue lakes. The photos my husband took were really spectacular.
As we are very fond of the local specialities, we enjoyed buying something for lunch, however, at nights we looked for a good restaurant and we tasted the local wine and a more elaborate cuisine.
Those first days were amazing, until we stopped at that petrol station and my husband put the wrong fuel. Then another story started. I wish I had hired an electric car!
27 may 2020
Anglès B2. Relat guanyador. Ana Maria Popovici
Green
""-There was a colour more on this planet,"" used to say my grandmother. ""I can’t remember how it looked like, but it was wonderful. And its name… I forgot it too.""
I’m a strange teenager, because nothing makes me feel happy. I’m looking for something, maybe that colour about which my grandmother told me. She said that our world was totally different when she was a child. There were trees, flowers, animals, a kind of things that are unknown to my generation.
Now we are living in a dull world. Everyone is locked in a cell with some primary needs. If we want something more, we ask a machine to bring it to us. How is outside? There isn’t an outside, at least that’s what we are told.
I wish I could break the “chains” that entangle me in a terrible life. I want to find out the colour of that trees. Maybe it's the only aim to live for.
Since my grandmother passed away, I’m obsessed with her farewell note that I can’t understand. She'd wrote just a single weird word: “green”.
""-There was a colour more on this planet,"" used to say my grandmother. ""I can’t remember how it looked like, but it was wonderful. And its name… I forgot it too.""
I’m a strange teenager, because nothing makes me feel happy. I’m looking for something, maybe that colour about which my grandmother told me. She said that our world was totally different when she was a child. There were trees, flowers, animals, a kind of things that are unknown to my generation.
Now we are living in a dull world. Everyone is locked in a cell with some primary needs. If we want something more, we ask a machine to bring it to us. How is outside? There isn’t an outside, at least that’s what we are told.
I wish I could break the “chains” that entangle me in a terrible life. I want to find out the colour of that trees. Maybe it's the only aim to live for.
Since my grandmother passed away, I’m obsessed with her farewell note that I can’t understand. She'd wrote just a single weird word: “green”.
26 may 2020
Anglès A2. Accèssit. Araceli Catalina Villaverde Vidal
“The sea cries”
The sea cries, the sea is sad. Its tears are no longer crystal clear blue waters, they’re more green.
Everytime the sea cries, at all times it cries. It cries plastics, it cries bottles, it cries remnants of anything.
The waves that reach the shore dye the sand, the sea cries tar.
The sea cries, and cries inconsolably. Often its tears become remains of algae or dead fish.
At all times it cries, at all times it shouts at us but we ignore it.
At all times its water are only the reflection of our stupidity, of our neglect, of our selfishness and of our ambition, and we are accomplices of its sadness.
Can you imagine being locked in a bubble? And the sea locked in a bottle?
Comfort my grief because, in time, my grief will be your grief."
The sea cries, the sea is sad. Its tears are no longer crystal clear blue waters, they’re more green.
Everytime the sea cries, at all times it cries. It cries plastics, it cries bottles, it cries remnants of anything.
The waves that reach the shore dye the sand, the sea cries tar.
The sea cries, and cries inconsolably. Often its tears become remains of algae or dead fish.
At all times it cries, at all times it shouts at us but we ignore it.
At all times its water are only the reflection of our stupidity, of our neglect, of our selfishness and of our ambition, and we are accomplices of its sadness.
Can you imagine being locked in a bubble? And the sea locked in a bottle?
Comfort my grief because, in time, my grief will be your grief."
25 may 2020
Italià B1. Accèssit. Jorge Kafie
Fabia
Quando ho acceso la torcia Geppetto mi stava già puntando una pistola.
Ho dovuto dirglielo:
- Mastro Gepetto! Non ho più storie da raccontarti! E il mio naso fa male da morire... Cosa vuole che faccia?
I suoi occhi hanno scintillato dietro gli occhiali, sotto le pesanti nuvole grigie delle sue sopracciglia. Un sorriso crudele ha lampeggiato sul suo viso come una scimitarra.
- Indovinala grillo!, mi ha detto, ridendo fragorosamente.
All'interno del Pesce-cane, la tonalità verde della luce del mio cellulare brillava come una lucciola nell'immensità di una grotta. Naturalmente, non c’era rete! E non si sentiva nemmeno alcun cinguettio, alcuna stridulazióne...
Quando ho acceso la torcia Geppetto mi stava già puntando una pistola.
Ho dovuto dirglielo:
- Mastro Gepetto! Non ho più storie da raccontarti! E il mio naso fa male da morire... Cosa vuole che faccia?
I suoi occhi hanno scintillato dietro gli occhiali, sotto le pesanti nuvole grigie delle sue sopracciglia. Un sorriso crudele ha lampeggiato sul suo viso come una scimitarra.
- Indovinala grillo!, mi ha detto, ridendo fragorosamente.
All'interno del Pesce-cane, la tonalità verde della luce del mio cellulare brillava come una lucciola nell'immensità di una grotta. Naturalmente, non c’era rete! E non si sentiva nemmeno alcun cinguettio, alcuna stridulazióne...
24 may 2020
Anglès B1. Accèssit. Gerson Kemuel Enfedaque Aguilar
Happiness princess
Once upon a time a princess named Judith that she wasn't happy and she didn't know why. For these reasons she ask the permission her father for to go outside for looking her happiness.
When she start the way she found a pretty boy named David. He is blonde with a green eyes, and she ask to him if he want come with her, and he told yes.
In that way they look a very dangerous way, but finally they arrive to the house and a green goblin to say ""if the happiness you want the eyes you need to open.
They didn't understand and when they decided come back her house, David has hungry and take a berry, just in that moment David feel so bad and the princess believed that the most probably he died in her arms and she decided kiss him for to say goodbye.
And just in this moment not only he recovered if not she discovered that in truth he was her happiness.
The end.
Once upon a time a princess named Judith that she wasn't happy and she didn't know why. For these reasons she ask the permission her father for to go outside for looking her happiness.
When she start the way she found a pretty boy named David. He is blonde with a green eyes, and she ask to him if he want come with her, and he told yes.
In that way they look a very dangerous way, but finally they arrive to the house and a green goblin to say ""if the happiness you want the eyes you need to open.
They didn't understand and when they decided come back her house, David has hungry and take a berry, just in that moment David feel so bad and the princess believed that the most probably he died in her arms and she decided kiss him for to say goodbye.
And just in this moment not only he recovered if not she discovered that in truth he was her happiness.
The end.
23 may 2020
Anglès B1. Relat guanyador. Caterina Janer Gomila
It was eight o’clock when the bell rang. It didn’t look like it was going to rain, so that could be the day.
The iron railing on the balcony needed more than a coat of paint. The previous owner must be a careless person, judging by the general shape of the house I had bought a year ago.
When the painter came in, my first question was: “Could you show me the paint can?” I was worried about the colour he would have chosen. I had looked at the palette and I had warned him: “It can’t be medium sea green. The forest green is very usual here, but I’m not keen on it. The perfect colour is dark green.”
Tom had brought the right colour, so he started working. I was looking at him while I was having my first coffee. “It will look chic”, I thought satisfied. But suddenly, I heard a scream that made me go out on the balcony, where I realised the mishap: Tom had spilled the paint, and the floor was totally dark green.
Tom, who was really perplexed, said: “Sorry, but today is not the day.
The iron railing on the balcony needed more than a coat of paint. The previous owner must be a careless person, judging by the general shape of the house I had bought a year ago.
When the painter came in, my first question was: “Could you show me the paint can?” I was worried about the colour he would have chosen. I had looked at the palette and I had warned him: “It can’t be medium sea green. The forest green is very usual here, but I’m not keen on it. The perfect colour is dark green.”
Tom had brought the right colour, so he started working. I was looking at him while I was having my first coffee. “It will look chic”, I thought satisfied. But suddenly, I heard a scream that made me go out on the balcony, where I realised the mishap: Tom had spilled the paint, and the floor was totally dark green.
Tom, who was really perplexed, said: “Sorry, but today is not the day.
22 may 2020
Italià C1. Accèssit. Margarita Rosselló Pons
IL VERDE, RE DELLA CUCINA ITALIANA
Veramente sono il Re, ha affermato il Verde in un’intervista televisiva. La dichiarazione ha fatto scoppiare un conflitto tra Lui e il Rosso, colore a cui si attribuisce il protagonismo assoluto nei cibi italiani più tipici: il pomodoro San Marzano della Pizza Margherita, i pomodorini ciliegia del sughetto della Calamarata, la salsa delle Melanzane alla parmigiana o la Pappa col pomodoro. Impossibile rimuoverlo dalla sua opinione perché Lui ha sottolineato questa preponderanza: orecchiette con broccoli e pancetta, ravioli ripieni di ricotta e spinaci, piselli negli Arancini, carciofi alla griglia, o zucchine con rigatoni. Io sono di una bontà senza paragone: che sarà del Rosso del pomodoro senza le erbe aromatiche? La Pizza Margherita senza il basilico? La calamarata senza il tocco d’artista del prezzemolo? Il burro senza la salvia? Immaginate alcuni piatti senza origano o maggiorana? Ecco la prova irrefutabile: il Rosso ha bisogno del Verde e non viceversa.
Veramente sono il Re, ha affermato il Verde in un’intervista televisiva. La dichiarazione ha fatto scoppiare un conflitto tra Lui e il Rosso, colore a cui si attribuisce il protagonismo assoluto nei cibi italiani più tipici: il pomodoro San Marzano della Pizza Margherita, i pomodorini ciliegia del sughetto della Calamarata, la salsa delle Melanzane alla parmigiana o la Pappa col pomodoro. Impossibile rimuoverlo dalla sua opinione perché Lui ha sottolineato questa preponderanza: orecchiette con broccoli e pancetta, ravioli ripieni di ricotta e spinaci, piselli negli Arancini, carciofi alla griglia, o zucchine con rigatoni. Io sono di una bontà senza paragone: che sarà del Rosso del pomodoro senza le erbe aromatiche? La Pizza Margherita senza il basilico? La calamarata senza il tocco d’artista del prezzemolo? Il burro senza la salvia? Immaginate alcuni piatti senza origano o maggiorana? Ecco la prova irrefutabile: il Rosso ha bisogno del Verde e non viceversa.
21 may 2020
Anglès B2. Accèssit. Marta Quintana Campos
THE LAST MAN ON EARTH, OR NOT!
Specie,male in his mid-forties,alone on earth.Three years earlier a pandemic wiped out all trace of humanity.Miraculously there was a survivor.Adam,he spends his days collecting food from the supermarket and doing skateboarding in the museums completely naked.
A stormy night with heavy rain he was with his laptop in one of the mansions he had chosen when suddenly he received an email.Finally an answer!
he discovered that she was a woman,so he decided to travel to meet her.He traveled for moths,through different countries.He discovered that nature had taken over almost everything.Cities and buildings used to be cement grey and now it was all green and wild.
At last,Adam arrived at his destination and they decided to meet and have dinner in one of the best restaurants.They enjoyed a succulent dinner.After hours of conversation both decided to return to their place of origin.They concluded that it was better for the human race to become extinct.
Specie,male in his mid-forties,alone on earth.Three years earlier a pandemic wiped out all trace of humanity.Miraculously there was a survivor.Adam,he spends his days collecting food from the supermarket and doing skateboarding in the museums completely naked.
A stormy night with heavy rain he was with his laptop in one of the mansions he had chosen when suddenly he received an email.Finally an answer!
he discovered that she was a woman,so he decided to travel to meet her.He traveled for moths,through different countries.He discovered that nature had taken over almost everything.Cities and buildings used to be cement grey and now it was all green and wild.
At last,Adam arrived at his destination and they decided to meet and have dinner in one of the best restaurants.They enjoyed a succulent dinner.After hours of conversation both decided to return to their place of origin.They concluded that it was better for the human race to become extinct.
20 may 2020
Anglès B2. Accèssit. Xisca Carbonell Ripoll
Roundly chunked, devil looked and most especially crowned and green.
Once upon a time, children had a lot of time to give face to it and they painted it mostly in this way.
It gave us an extra time beyond what we thought possible, even extremely more than nobody was able to envision but much less for those whose lives were ended because of the infection.
Governments had hardly believed in coping with a microscopic enemy instead of a nuke, terrorism or something bad invented by human beings.
But looking for a little piece of positivism in this nightmare, no one had imagined to live in countries with completely empty streets.
Even if we have a stroke of luck looking outside we might see ducks visiting a terrace, peacocks walking around the city or even dolphins enjoying their swimming near the sand of our beaches.
Is this bloody virus really green? I don't know. But let us think of it like a positive greener footnote in this terrible and unbelievable page of our lives.
Once upon a time, children had a lot of time to give face to it and they painted it mostly in this way.
It gave us an extra time beyond what we thought possible, even extremely more than nobody was able to envision but much less for those whose lives were ended because of the infection.
Governments had hardly believed in coping with a microscopic enemy instead of a nuke, terrorism or something bad invented by human beings.
But looking for a little piece of positivism in this nightmare, no one had imagined to live in countries with completely empty streets.
Even if we have a stroke of luck looking outside we might see ducks visiting a terrace, peacocks walking around the city or even dolphins enjoying their swimming near the sand of our beaches.
Is this bloody virus really green? I don't know. But let us think of it like a positive greener footnote in this terrible and unbelievable page of our lives.
19 may 2020
Català B1. Accèssit. Liúba Bennasar Marroig
"Fa anys, la Terra era un lloc meravellós. Tots vivíem en harmonia, però
l'home (el ser més perillós que ha existit), va començar a destruir-la
amb la seva brutícia, i ella va voler protegir-se, enviat-nos un virus
mortal, l'any 2020.
Va començar a la Xina, però en pocs dies es va propagar per tot arreu. La gent moria, estava molt apesarada. Els governs ens van confinar a les cases per a evitar una propagació, només es podia sortir al carrer per anar als supermercats i farmàcies, que van romandre obertes durant el confinament.
Cada dia, els ciutadans sortíem als balcons per a homenatjar a totes aquelles persones que no van deixar de treballar per a protegir-nos.
Finalitzat el confinament, la Terra s'havia beneficiat, les fàbriques havien estat tancades, les autopistes buides... s'havia reduït la contaminació a un 80%! Els rius s'havien tornat transparents i l'aire més pur.
Va començar a la Xina, però en pocs dies es va propagar per tot arreu. La gent moria, estava molt apesarada. Els governs ens van confinar a les cases per a evitar una propagació, només es podia sortir al carrer per anar als supermercats i farmàcies, que van romandre obertes durant el confinament.
Cada dia, els ciutadans sortíem als balcons per a homenatjar a totes aquelles persones que no van deixar de treballar per a protegir-nos.
Finalitzat el confinament, la Terra s'havia beneficiat, les fàbriques havien estat tancades, les autopistes buides... s'havia reduït la contaminació a un 80%! Els rius s'havien tornat transparents i l'aire més pur.
18 may 2020
Anglès C2. Accèssit. Lyudmila Plachkova
"GREEN After a month and a half of making up conversations in my head,
in which the mere idea of talking to this mysterious girl seemed
inconceivable, I finally got the courage to approach her. I will never
forget the sparkle in her eyes when I sat next to her and said: “I am
sorry for bothering you. I just wanted to say that you look gorgeous.”
Little did I know that this is exactly what she needed to hear in this
very moment. Her self-esteem was at its lowest.
It was then that I realized that there is nothing more beautiful than spontaneously approaching a stranger and being nice. In a time when we are the first to judge and the last to encourage those around us, it is more important than ever to be kind. At the end of the day, we all share the same struggles, which is reason enough to make a small effort and lift the spirit of the person next to you. You will never know how much of a positive impact you can have on someone’s life just by saying something nice. Until you do it."
It was then that I realized that there is nothing more beautiful than spontaneously approaching a stranger and being nice. In a time when we are the first to judge and the last to encourage those around us, it is more important than ever to be kind. At the end of the day, we all share the same struggles, which is reason enough to make a small effort and lift the spirit of the person next to you. You will never know how much of a positive impact you can have on someone’s life just by saying something nice. Until you do it."
17 may 2020
Italià C1. Accèssit. Juan Torres Ferragut
Non le piacevano affatto le canzonette di amori appassionati della sua giovinezza. Senz’altro preferiva i suoni della propria quotidianità: il canto degli uccelli o il rumore del vento, sempre portatore di auspici, a volte, anche inquietanti. Ma, sopra ogni cosa amava l’innocente cinguettare dei suoi bimbi. Ora che lei non c’era più, dopo aver preso, da alcuni anni, il sentiero senza ritorno che tutti, prima o poi, dobbiamo prendere, questi rememoravamo la dolcezza e musicalità della sua voce quando gli insegnava, paziente, ad ammirare le bellezze del mondo. Infatti, per loro fu facile imparare a riconoscere il verde perché verdi erano gli occhi belli della madre e lo cercavano dappertutto: nelle foreste selvagge o nei campi primaverili. Però, ogni volta, era più difficile trovarlo a causa dell’azione distruttrice e predatrice degli uomini. Nonostante ciò, non avrebbero mai dimenticato, come lei gli insegnò che il verde è anche il colore della speranza che non si deve perdere mai!
16 may 2020
Anglès b2. Relat guanyador. Benet Albertí Genovart
Sal was walking along the beach when she saw a beautiful green glass
bottle that had been washed up on the shore with something inside it.
When she had a piece of paper from the bottle with a note in their hands she could read: “It’s 1966. I am sixteen years old. I have lived in a deserted island since the boat where me and my parents were sailing sunk. They died but I got to survive, I don’t know how. Please help me!”. Sal was astonished: “That man must be sixty-nine years old now!”
When she had a piece of paper from the bottle with a note in their hands she could read: “It’s 1966. I am sixteen years old. I have lived in a deserted island since the boat where me and my parents were sailing sunk. They died but I got to survive, I don’t know how. Please help me!”. Sal was astonished: “That man must be sixty-nine years old now!”
15 may 2020
Català A2 Relat guanyador. Maria del Carmen Romero Borrallo
El secret d’Alba.
Quan Alba va viatjar a Escòcia, no pensaba que un tros de tela la portaria a un lloc anomenat Clootie Well.
Alba tenia un tros de tela amb el seu nom des que era petita. Els seus pares que admiraven les Highlands van decidir cridar-la Alba perquè en gaèlic significa Escòcia.
Tenia 18 anys quan va viajar a Edimburg. Es va quedar en un alberg anomenat Another Room. Dins de l’alberg, un quadre va cridar la seva atenció. Era un arbre amb belles fulles verdes i nombrosos trossos de tela lligats a les seves branques. Alba va treure el seu tros de tela de la butxaca i va saber que havia de trobar aquell lloc.
Al cor d’Inverness hi ha un bosc anomenat Clootie Well on la gent demana desitjos als arbres i deixa trossos de tela amb els seus noms lligats a les branques.
La llegenda diu que el desig es compleix quan el tros de la tela cau de la branca amb el pas del temps.
Va ser així com el secret d’Alba es va convertir en un desig quan va lligar el seu tros de tela a una branca
Quan Alba va viatjar a Escòcia, no pensaba que un tros de tela la portaria a un lloc anomenat Clootie Well.
Alba tenia un tros de tela amb el seu nom des que era petita. Els seus pares que admiraven les Highlands van decidir cridar-la Alba perquè en gaèlic significa Escòcia.
Tenia 18 anys quan va viajar a Edimburg. Es va quedar en un alberg anomenat Another Room. Dins de l’alberg, un quadre va cridar la seva atenció. Era un arbre amb belles fulles verdes i nombrosos trossos de tela lligats a les seves branques. Alba va treure el seu tros de tela de la butxaca i va saber que havia de trobar aquell lloc.
Al cor d’Inverness hi ha un bosc anomenat Clootie Well on la gent demana desitjos als arbres i deixa trossos de tela amb els seus noms lligats a les branques.
La llegenda diu que el desig es compleix quan el tros de la tela cau de la branca amb el pas del temps.
Va ser així com el secret d’Alba es va convertir en un desig quan va lligar el seu tros de tela a una branca
14 may 2020
Anglès b2. Relat guanyador. Blas Guevara Caparrós
A finger pressed the keyboard key on. Where was I? The room was an icy white colour.
There were plenty of cables and screens surround me. I didn’t see clearly, only blur squared images and dull trembling colors. Afterwards I tried to move but I couldn’t. Why? Had I been in an accident? I didn’t remember anymore. I had to keep calm.
While I was hearing an annoying buzzing sound I felt another strong cramp. Then I heard some distant voices which I couldn’t understand them, in fact it looked like they were coming to me. Suddenly two pale shades wearing white gowns were in front of me: “Please doctor, what’s happened to me?” I asked, but it seemed as if nobody could hear me. Could I have been paraplegic? It was an awful nightmare.
It sounded like they were talking about my illness: “Is it broken?” One asked. “Yes, but sometimes it blinks. It’s useless, we should turn it off”. “No” I screamed, but a finger pressed the power off while the screen went black except for one last tiny green dot.
There were plenty of cables and screens surround me. I didn’t see clearly, only blur squared images and dull trembling colors. Afterwards I tried to move but I couldn’t. Why? Had I been in an accident? I didn’t remember anymore. I had to keep calm.
While I was hearing an annoying buzzing sound I felt another strong cramp. Then I heard some distant voices which I couldn’t understand them, in fact it looked like they were coming to me. Suddenly two pale shades wearing white gowns were in front of me: “Please doctor, what’s happened to me?” I asked, but it seemed as if nobody could hear me. Could I have been paraplegic? It was an awful nightmare.
It sounded like they were talking about my illness: “Is it broken?” One asked. “Yes, but sometimes it blinks. It’s useless, we should turn it off”. “No” I screamed, but a finger pressed the power off while the screen went black except for one last tiny green dot.
13 may 2020
Italià C1. Accèssit. Juan Torres Ferragut
Non le piacevano affatto le canzonette di amori appassionati della sua giovinezza. Senz’altro preferiva i suoni della propria quotidianità: il canto degli uccelli o il rumore del vento, sempre portatore di auspici, a volte, anche inquietanti. Ma, sopra ogni cosa amava l’innocente cinguettare dei suoi bimbi. Ora che lei non c’era più, dopo aver preso, da alcuni anni, il sentiero senza ritorno che tutti, prima o poi, dobbiamo prendere, questi rememoravamo la dolcezza e musicalità della sua voce quando gli insegnava, paziente, ad ammirare le bellezze del mondo.
Infatti, per loro fu facile imparare a riconoscere il verde perché verdi erano gli occhi belli della madre e lo cercavano dappertutto: nelle foreste selvagge o nei campi primaverili. Però, ogni volta, era più difficile trovarlo a causa dell’azione distruttrice e predatrice degli uomini.
Nonostante ciò, non avrebbero mai dimenticato, come lei gli insegnò che il verde è anche il colore della speranza che non si deve perdere mai!
Infatti, per loro fu facile imparare a riconoscere il verde perché verdi erano gli occhi belli della madre e lo cercavano dappertutto: nelle foreste selvagge o nei campi primaverili. Però, ogni volta, era più difficile trovarlo a causa dell’azione distruttrice e predatrice degli uomini.
Nonostante ciò, non avrebbero mai dimenticato, come lei gli insegnò che il verde è anche il colore della speranza che non si deve perdere mai!
12 may 2020
Anglès C1. Accèssit. Ana Maria Dora Parera
MY GREEN ROOM
At a certain time, I realized how intelligent children were, having a private area like a treehouse or any hidden space far from boring and uninteresting objects.
I mulled that over and the clue came to me in a flash of inspiration. What if I could have my hidden area too? Why not? Yes, this was definitely a brilliant idea! From that moment on I started to build my imaginary green room where there would be no place for negative thoughts, absurd sentences or toxic people.
I filled my imaginary green room with thoughts that would bring me serenity, joyfulness and would keep my mind healthy. Remarks that could motivate me to learn, and of course, people I loved so much.
This is not a closed room at all, every day new events, dreams and people are included because this room has no physical limits, only my personal apretiation.
My green room is full of hope and it is actually my lifesaver.
At a certain time, I realized how intelligent children were, having a private area like a treehouse or any hidden space far from boring and uninteresting objects.
I mulled that over and the clue came to me in a flash of inspiration. What if I could have my hidden area too? Why not? Yes, this was definitely a brilliant idea! From that moment on I started to build my imaginary green room where there would be no place for negative thoughts, absurd sentences or toxic people.
I filled my imaginary green room with thoughts that would bring me serenity, joyfulness and would keep my mind healthy. Remarks that could motivate me to learn, and of course, people I loved so much.
This is not a closed room at all, every day new events, dreams and people are included because this room has no physical limits, only my personal apretiation.
My green room is full of hope and it is actually my lifesaver.
11 may 2020
Anglès B1. Relat guanyador. Maria del Carmen Romero Borrallo
Alba's secret.
When Alba travelled to Scotland, she never thought that a piece of cloth would take her to a place called Clootie Well.
Alba had a piece of cloth with her name since she was little. Her parents who admired the Highlands decided to call her Alba because in Gaelic it means Scotland.
When she was 18 years old she travelled to Edinburgh. She spent the first night in a hostel called Another Room. Inside the hostel, a painting caught her attention. It was a tree with beautiful green leaves and many pieces of cloth tied on its branches. Alba took her piece of cloth from her pocket and she knew she had to find that place.
At the heart of Inverness there is a forest called Clootie Well where people ask for wishes to the trees and leave pieces of cloth with their names tied on the branches.
Legend says that the wish is fulfilled when the piece of cloth falls from the branch over time.
And that was how Alba's secret became a wish when she tied her piece of cloth to a branch.
When Alba travelled to Scotland, she never thought that a piece of cloth would take her to a place called Clootie Well.
Alba had a piece of cloth with her name since she was little. Her parents who admired the Highlands decided to call her Alba because in Gaelic it means Scotland.
When she was 18 years old she travelled to Edinburgh. She spent the first night in a hostel called Another Room. Inside the hostel, a painting caught her attention. It was a tree with beautiful green leaves and many pieces of cloth tied on its branches. Alba took her piece of cloth from her pocket and she knew she had to find that place.
At the heart of Inverness there is a forest called Clootie Well where people ask for wishes to the trees and leave pieces of cloth with their names tied on the branches.
Legend says that the wish is fulfilled when the piece of cloth falls from the branch over time.
And that was how Alba's secret became a wish when she tied her piece of cloth to a branch.
10 may 2020
Anglès A2. Accèssit. Rocío Molina Ortega
In the morning, Jon got up early and he saw through the window a horse
had running across the green field. However the horse was approaching
the house, he knew it was a wild animal. Jon fed her an apple and the
horse wont than both went to walk in the green meadow. They both needed
friens and together they kept company.
9 may 2020
Anglès B2. Accèssit. Bernat Ferrer Mayol
THE BEGINNING OF MY SPRING
It was the month of march, it was cold, windy and rainy. I stayed at home. I was having a lot of time to clean my library, my desk full of papers and bank statements. Time to order my wardrobe because soon, just in a few days, the spring had to arrive
Suddenly, a few days ago I realized the green and flowery spring have arrived. I noticed from my window the smells of the flowers and wonderful birdsongs. I was confined at home due to coronavirus. Usually I was going twice a week to keep my little friends the bees, but I musn’t visit them now. Spring is the most special season for these sort of insects which are crucial for pollination and consequently to have fruits and vegetables.
Luckily I discovered that acording to the local government I am a registered beekeper with beehives and therefore I can visit and take care of them this harsh quarantine.
It was the month of march, it was cold, windy and rainy. I stayed at home. I was having a lot of time to clean my library, my desk full of papers and bank statements. Time to order my wardrobe because soon, just in a few days, the spring had to arrive
Suddenly, a few days ago I realized the green and flowery spring have arrived. I noticed from my window the smells of the flowers and wonderful birdsongs. I was confined at home due to coronavirus. Usually I was going twice a week to keep my little friends the bees, but I musn’t visit them now. Spring is the most special season for these sort of insects which are crucial for pollination and consequently to have fruits and vegetables.
Luckily I discovered that acording to the local government I am a registered beekeper with beehives and therefore I can visit and take care of them this harsh quarantine.
8 may 2020
Francès B. Relat guanyador. Juan Luis Jaramillo Torrús
- Maman, pourquoi tout le monde se prépare pour la guerre?
- Il n’y a pas d’autre option. Il y a très longtemps, les hommes et nous vivions ensemble, on respectait la nature. Aujourd’hui, ils pensent seulement à eux. Leur technologie et leur commodité sont plus importants que l’environnement.
Les soldats préparaient leurs armes. Des arcs, des épées et des animaux.
- Mais la planète est la maison de tous. Pourquoi on ne peut pas parler?
- Nous avons essayé mais il n’est plus possible. Ils sont sourds à la voix de la nature. Ils se sont éloigné tellement de nous qu’ils pensent que nous n’existons pas. Ils nous appellent “créatures fantastiques”. Ils ne nous voient plus, justement au côté d'eux.
L’armée était vraiment hétérogène. Il y avait des dryades, des elfes, des gnomes… Tous sentaient la détermination de protéger la planète. Mais ils avaient l’air triste.
- Mais…
- Il est trop tard. La marche verte commence.
Les gens de la forêt étaient prêts et marchaient vers les cités humaines…
- Il n’y a pas d’autre option. Il y a très longtemps, les hommes et nous vivions ensemble, on respectait la nature. Aujourd’hui, ils pensent seulement à eux. Leur technologie et leur commodité sont plus importants que l’environnement.
Les soldats préparaient leurs armes. Des arcs, des épées et des animaux.
- Mais la planète est la maison de tous. Pourquoi on ne peut pas parler?
- Nous avons essayé mais il n’est plus possible. Ils sont sourds à la voix de la nature. Ils se sont éloigné tellement de nous qu’ils pensent que nous n’existons pas. Ils nous appellent “créatures fantastiques”. Ils ne nous voient plus, justement au côté d'eux.
L’armée était vraiment hétérogène. Il y avait des dryades, des elfes, des gnomes… Tous sentaient la détermination de protéger la planète. Mais ils avaient l’air triste.
- Mais…
- Il est trop tard. La marche verte commence.
Les gens de la forêt étaient prêts et marchaient vers les cités humaines…
7 may 2020
Anglès B1. Relat guanyador. Loles Rodríguez Díaz
"It’s strange but we haven’t seen him since we had lunch together in UIB
few days ago. Now his image comes to my mind and I realize that he
wasn’t wearing his green-lucky cap and he looked too quiet. Exams have
been hard and probably he might not pass them, like me.
His intensity and his behavior with her always bothered me but he looks at her differently and he is friendlier with me lately.
Suddenly my phone rings. I can’t recognize if they are kidding. It can’t be, we always play jokes, but that….that is too much.
And there it is, his body as an empty proof of pride, pain and guilt. A lonely body in a room full of people who hardly knew him, just like me. Standing I’m still enough strength to be angry with him, like when he used to despise her and I didn’t understood it. Because he didn’t allow us to understand him and forgive each other.
Today I just wish him that wherever he is there’s no more roller coasters.
"
His intensity and his behavior with her always bothered me but he looks at her differently and he is friendlier with me lately.
Suddenly my phone rings. I can’t recognize if they are kidding. It can’t be, we always play jokes, but that….that is too much.
And there it is, his body as an empty proof of pride, pain and guilt. A lonely body in a room full of people who hardly knew him, just like me. Standing I’m still enough strength to be angry with him, like when he used to despise her and I didn’t understood it. Because he didn’t allow us to understand him and forgive each other.
Today I just wish him that wherever he is there’s no more roller coasters.
"
6 may 2020
Anglès B1. Accèssit. Liliana Carolina Gómez Tarazona
Dedicated to my brother:
""One day I opened my eyes and I woke up in a reality that I never imagined, but there I was giving my face for my family. I was starting my three days journey to Colombia to buy food, I had been doing it since two years because in Venezuela you was not able to buy nothing. I woke up at five in the morning and was already on the bus which will carry me across the country to a city close to the border, near the paths called trochas that I would walk to the Simon Bolivar Bridge to get to Cucuta, bags in hand I began to walk towards Colombia, buying the food and carrying it on my back I began my way back, I had until 9 pm, closing time of the brigde to get there, I could not distracted because the bus to return home awaits to us. My treasure was with me, the green color of hope always had been with me"".
The life of many Venezuelans is like that, they walk for their lives like my brother. I call them the green walkers, because the hope always identifies them.
""One day I opened my eyes and I woke up in a reality that I never imagined, but there I was giving my face for my family. I was starting my three days journey to Colombia to buy food, I had been doing it since two years because in Venezuela you was not able to buy nothing. I woke up at five in the morning and was already on the bus which will carry me across the country to a city close to the border, near the paths called trochas that I would walk to the Simon Bolivar Bridge to get to Cucuta, bags in hand I began to walk towards Colombia, buying the food and carrying it on my back I began my way back, I had until 9 pm, closing time of the brigde to get there, I could not distracted because the bus to return home awaits to us. My treasure was with me, the green color of hope always had been with me"".
The life of many Venezuelans is like that, they walk for their lives like my brother. I call them the green walkers, because the hope always identifies them.
5 may 2020
Àrab B. Relat guanyador. Miquel Caldentey
"الرجل الذي كان قرأ كتاب ألف ليلة وليلة كتب في الصفحة الأخيرة بالقلم الأخضر الكلمات التالية
ملاك سليمان هوكبستان البحر الأبيض المتوسط على طاولة العشاء
بينما تعطر برتقل أنفاسي من الذكور في الحب
وأضع يدي على الأرض
وأعصر العصيرالذي يقطرالعالم على
أمسيات الصيف
وبعد ظهر الشتاء
والليالي البيضاء
تحت خيمة النجوم
وفجأة بكتابة الحرف الأحير تحول الرجل إلى شلالا في وسط غابة خضراء في شرق الفردوس"
ملاك سليمان هوكبستان البحر الأبيض المتوسط على طاولة العشاء
بينما تعطر برتقل أنفاسي من الذكور في الحب
وأضع يدي على الأرض
وأعصر العصيرالذي يقطرالعالم على
أمسيات الصيف
وبعد ظهر الشتاء
والليالي البيضاء
تحت خيمة النجوم
وفجأة بكتابة الحرف الأحير تحول الرجل إلى شلالا في وسط غابة خضراء في شرق الفردوس"
4 may 2020
Anglès C1. Relat guanyador. Eugenia Elia
A memory
Her green eyes amazed me the moment I saw her. A long reddish mane fell over a silk blouse, almost porcelain skin and a smile that told me I had seen her before.
I went to ask for the tickets, she gave me a small piece of paper folded over on itself, just before the train stopped. When I opened the paper she was getting off the train. It was a photo of the two of us.
Her green eyes amazed me the moment I saw her. A long reddish mane fell over a silk blouse, almost porcelain skin and a smile that told me I had seen her before.
I went to ask for the tickets, she gave me a small piece of paper folded over on itself, just before the train stopped. When I opened the paper she was getting off the train. It was a photo of the two of us.
3 may 2020
Català B1. Accèssit. Àngel Cortès i Aguiló
Full en blanc
Aviat es faran les vuit, vull escriure unes línies al meu amic Eduard, però no tenc el cap en aquests moments per fer-ho, se sent ja pel carrer la sirena del cotxe de protecció civil amb sa estrident megafonia, ens dóna les gràcies als veïns, que continuem, que no ens desanimem, però pens amb el meu amic, he d’escriure’l unes paraules d’ànims, li vull dir que se’n sortirà, que tengui esperança, la gent des dels balcons aplaudeix amb força, però el full continua en blanc. A la ràdio les notícies no són bones. La música al carrer sona molt fort, des dels balcons es veu gent alegre, nins molt petits del braç de la mare, és la festa de cada nit. El full segueix en blanc, vull mentir al meu amic, que tot va bé, que no s’ensorri, que aviat tot això passarà i podrem donar-nos abraçades i uns bons cops a l’esquena com feiem abans. Sona el tic característic d’un missatge al mòbil . Finalment el full quedarà en blanc.
Aviat es faran les vuit, vull escriure unes línies al meu amic Eduard, però no tenc el cap en aquests moments per fer-ho, se sent ja pel carrer la sirena del cotxe de protecció civil amb sa estrident megafonia, ens dóna les gràcies als veïns, que continuem, que no ens desanimem, però pens amb el meu amic, he d’escriure’l unes paraules d’ànims, li vull dir que se’n sortirà, que tengui esperança, la gent des dels balcons aplaudeix amb força, però el full continua en blanc. A la ràdio les notícies no són bones. La música al carrer sona molt fort, des dels balcons es veu gent alegre, nins molt petits del braç de la mare, és la festa de cada nit. El full segueix en blanc, vull mentir al meu amic, que tot va bé, que no s’ensorri, que aviat tot això passarà i podrem donar-nos abraçades i uns bons cops a l’esquena com feiem abans. Sona el tic característic d’un missatge al mòbil . Finalment el full quedarà en blanc.
2 may 2020
Anglès B1. Accèssit. Juan Miguel Gil Fernández
GREEN
I was walking around and started listening to the radio when they interrupted to give news...
Be careful and do virus prevention! they said through my headphones.
What's going on? I was wondering.
You must be in bed for at least 4 or 5 days and take antipyretics they kept saying.
Nah! it's not a big deal! I was saying to my self.
Wake up, John! sleeping so much won't make the Coronavirus go away! my partner told me.
-Oh, baby, I was in a good dream when...
I was walking around and started listening to the radio when they interrupted to give news...
Be careful and do virus prevention! they said through my headphones.
What's going on? I was wondering.
You must be in bed for at least 4 or 5 days and take antipyretics they kept saying.
Nah! it's not a big deal! I was saying to my self.
Wake up, John! sleeping so much won't make the Coronavirus go away! my partner told me.
-Oh, baby, I was in a good dream when...
1 may 2020
Italià B1. Relat guanyador. Mateu Garcia Bennasar
La fine di questo maledetto giorno sta arrivando: tutto il giorno di
corsa da qui a lì, lavorando. In questo momento sono così stanco che i
miei occhi mi pesano come lapidi del cimitero.
Sembra una bugia che più sono stanco più difficile è addormentarmi... finalmente. Nel mio pensiero, posso vedere un mondo verde, ma anche alcune aree sterili, ma quello che vedo di più è un intenso colore azzurro che invade ovunque. È una visione speciale, gratificante e rilassante, ma gli spazi verdi sono ciò che attira la mia attenzione "Mi piace questo colore" quindi mi rendo conto che nel mio sogno sto sorvolando il nostro pianeta, e mi chiedo perché si chiamerà TERRA? Perché il suo colore è blu, allora mi rendo conto che viviamo tutti insieme e che siamo tutti uno.
Mi sveglio pronto a lavorare e correre di nuovo, mi domando se questo dovrebbe essere davvero il mio lavoro.
Ho un pensiero: spero che questo verde copra sempre più spazio in questo globo che è casa nostra.
È il nostro compito.
Sembra una bugia che più sono stanco più difficile è addormentarmi... finalmente. Nel mio pensiero, posso vedere un mondo verde, ma anche alcune aree sterili, ma quello che vedo di più è un intenso colore azzurro che invade ovunque. È una visione speciale, gratificante e rilassante, ma gli spazi verdi sono ciò che attira la mia attenzione "Mi piace questo colore" quindi mi rendo conto che nel mio sogno sto sorvolando il nostro pianeta, e mi chiedo perché si chiamerà TERRA? Perché il suo colore è blu, allora mi rendo conto che viviamo tutti insieme e che siamo tutti uno.
Mi sveglio pronto a lavorare e correre di nuovo, mi domando se questo dovrebbe essere davvero il mio lavoro.
Ho un pensiero: spero che questo verde copra sempre più spazio in questo globo che è casa nostra.
È il nostro compito.
30 abr 2020
Anglès C2. Relat guanyador. Aina Beltran Bestard
SAFE PLACE
Outdoors it is a crystal clear Sunday morning. Having my heart pounding fast, the adrenaline surging through my body and gasping in awe, I venture myself in the streets surrounded by strangers strolling around with indifference. Not only am I scanning my whereabouts in frantic sweeps, but also clasping my bag like it were my lifeline. I dash along the crossing, not waiting for the green light. No time to lose, although my limping is lagging my pace. I need to get there before he traps me!
My ankle is swelling and becoming harder to bear, yet I reminisce the menaces he planted in my mind, so revulsion strikes me like a thunderbolt. His expressive wolfish scowl hounds me. I sob. What I realise then is that tears are streaming down my cheek and my vision is blurry. The ever-present dread fills my gut with nausea. Albeit overwhelmed, I am engrossed in my goal. Were I able to do a bunch of strides, I would attain help. Just a few steps more Rose and you will be in safe hands!"
Outdoors it is a crystal clear Sunday morning. Having my heart pounding fast, the adrenaline surging through my body and gasping in awe, I venture myself in the streets surrounded by strangers strolling around with indifference. Not only am I scanning my whereabouts in frantic sweeps, but also clasping my bag like it were my lifeline. I dash along the crossing, not waiting for the green light. No time to lose, although my limping is lagging my pace. I need to get there before he traps me!
My ankle is swelling and becoming harder to bear, yet I reminisce the menaces he planted in my mind, so revulsion strikes me like a thunderbolt. His expressive wolfish scowl hounds me. I sob. What I realise then is that tears are streaming down my cheek and my vision is blurry. The ever-present dread fills my gut with nausea. Albeit overwhelmed, I am engrossed in my goal. Were I able to do a bunch of strides, I would attain help. Just a few steps more Rose and you will be in safe hands!"
29 abr 2020
Espanyol. Relat guanyador. Ana Maria Popovici.
Sonreír sin mascarilla
Cada mañana la naturaleza se despertaba con un solo deseo: poder respirar un poco más. Una mascarilla gigante de nubes contaminadas le quitaba el sol y la dejaba sin aire. Esas nubes la perseguían como una maldición, cada vez más oscuras.
Un día, mirando al sol, imploró:
-Tú eres lo más poderoso, quítame esta plaga que me impide verte.
-Si pudiera, lo haría; pero no todo está bajo mi control.
Pasaron unos meses y una madrugada inundó a la naturaleza de luz y magia: los pájaros cantaban canciones olvidadas, los árboles se cubrían de hojas verdes, los ríos besaban las piedras y la tierra, los delfines nadaban sin miedo. La naturaleza no tardó en agradecérselo al sol:
-¡Qué maravilla es sonreír sin mascarilla! ¡Te doy infinitas gracias!
-El mérito no lo tengo yo, sino los que te la pusieron: los seres humanos. La gente de repente se quedó encerrada en casa, parando la contaminación y la destrucción. Puede ser que encerrando el cuerpo se les haya abierto el alma."
Cada mañana la naturaleza se despertaba con un solo deseo: poder respirar un poco más. Una mascarilla gigante de nubes contaminadas le quitaba el sol y la dejaba sin aire. Esas nubes la perseguían como una maldición, cada vez más oscuras.
Un día, mirando al sol, imploró:
-Tú eres lo más poderoso, quítame esta plaga que me impide verte.
-Si pudiera, lo haría; pero no todo está bajo mi control.
Pasaron unos meses y una madrugada inundó a la naturaleza de luz y magia: los pájaros cantaban canciones olvidadas, los árboles se cubrían de hojas verdes, los ríos besaban las piedras y la tierra, los delfines nadaban sin miedo. La naturaleza no tardó en agradecérselo al sol:
-¡Qué maravilla es sonreír sin mascarilla! ¡Te doy infinitas gracias!
-El mérito no lo tengo yo, sino los que te la pusieron: los seres humanos. La gente de repente se quedó encerrada en casa, parando la contaminación y la destrucción. Puede ser que encerrando el cuerpo se les haya abierto el alma."
28 abr 2020
Àrab A2. Relat guanyador. Mari Carmen Viles.
طریقي
كنت دائما أحب الحجارة.
عندما كنت صغیرا أحببت النظر إلى المجوهرات التي كانت ترتدیها أمي. هي كانت لدیها خاتم بتوباز وآخر بكهرمان التي فتنت لي. لم
انجذبت الذهب أو الفضة ، بل انجذبت الأحجار فقط. كانت لدى أمي صندوق مجوهرات حیث احتفظت بها وحیث كنت أرى أنا اللآلئ
الجمیلة والیاقوت والیاقوت الأزرق والزمرد. الألوان كانت مذهلة جدا! كانت انجذبت عیني إلى تألق ولون تلك الأحجارة.
بعد سنوات في سن المراهقة أختي في القانون فالیریا أعطاني الجمشت جمیل جدا. سطوع ذلك الحجر مبهور لي على الفور.لقد كانت
ً هدیة خاصة جدا بالنسبة لي وما زلت احتفظ بها معي بالحب
الكبیر.
أتذكر أن في أشهر الربیع والخریف والشتاء ذهابنا أنا وعائلتي إلى الریف أو الجبال في نهایة الأسبوع. عندما ذهبت إلى هناك كنت
سعیدا جدا. أنا استطعت أن أنظرإلى الصخور والمغارات والسیول والغابة والطبیعة الحیة والطیور والقنافذ والحشرات والزهور
والألوان...یا إلهي!!! كانت الوان رائعة: لون بني للأرض وجذوع وفروع وبعض أوراق جافة الأشجار، لون أزرق السماء هائلة
وغامضة ، اللون الأخضرالعشب الطازج والطحلب ورقیق وأوراق أشجار الخروب وأشجار اللوز وإبر الصنوبر ومتعددة الالواند
ً بعض الحجارة. بالنسبة لي، كانت هذه الحجارة مثل الكائنات الأخرى على هذه الأرض. كل هذه الألوان ، جنبا إلى جنب مع دفء
الشمس الدافئة التي تدفئنا ، كانت بمثابة حلم. وحتى الیوم ، بعد أربعین سنة یزال حلما. حلم حقیقي جدا.
ِ ة الشاطئ, التي كانت ملیئة
ً نحن نعیش في جزیرة وفي أشهر الصیف ذهبت إلى الشاطئ. سبحنا في البحر ومشینا أیض ِ ا على ضفّ
بالحجارة والقذائف...أحببت أشكالهم وأخذت بعضهم وأخذتهم إلى بیتي. كان زخم غریب جدا. لا یهم إذا لم تكن الحجارة الكریمة ، أنا
ً أحببت كل منها. في بعض الشواطئ كانت هناك أیضا المغارات بین الصخور وكان من الممتع الدخول إلیها والسباحة والاستمتاع
بالماء الصافیة كان داخلها وإذَن انظرالمجموعة كبیرة المتنوعة من الصخور التي كانت بداخلها.
اعتدت أن أتساءل لماذا كنت على صلة وثیقة بعالم الأحجار ،لكن في تلك اللحظة لم أحصل على أي إجابات.
أما لحیاتي البالغة فلدي أشیاء كثیرة لأقول عن الحجارة:
إذا ذهبت إلى متجر للحجر ، شاهدتها لساعات: أحببت لونها وشكلها والطاقة التي شعرت بها عندما أخذتها بیده ... كم هي جمیلة!
فكرت.
أتذكر منذ سنوات أنني حصلت على أقراط وقلادة وخاتم الزبرجد. رتدیت لفترة طویلة، وبعد ذلك حدث لي شيء مد
27 abr 2020
Anglès A. Relat guanyador. Tere Martínez Murias
"The last colour
_____________
He saw everything black. Between blues he sailed. And he got it green."
_____________
He saw everything black. Between blues he sailed. And he got it green."
26 abr 2020
Anglès B1. Relat guanyador. Natalia Araque Román.
"Shame!
They both woke up, ate breakfast and ran to the same train stop so they could see each other only thirty minutes ride. She stood on the yellow line that said (attention not to cross the line until the train stops) and he sat waiting for the 8:24 a.m. train over the usual green bench. They never dared to go beyond lovely looks and naughty smiles. When one wanted to start a conversation, the other shyness invaded. So every day from Monday to Friday, until one Wednesday morning, she noticed that he wouldn’t arrive in time to take the train, because there were only five minutes left. He never took the courage to tell her that yesterday was their last trip together and she kept waiting for him every day with the hope to see him again."
They both woke up, ate breakfast and ran to the same train stop so they could see each other only thirty minutes ride. She stood on the yellow line that said (attention not to cross the line until the train stops) and he sat waiting for the 8:24 a.m. train over the usual green bench. They never dared to go beyond lovely looks and naughty smiles. When one wanted to start a conversation, the other shyness invaded. So every day from Monday to Friday, until one Wednesday morning, she noticed that he wouldn’t arrive in time to take the train, because there were only five minutes left. He never took the courage to tell her that yesterday was their last trip together and she kept waiting for him every day with the hope to see him again."
25 abr 2020
Francès A2. Relat guanyador. Araceli Villaverde.
“J’étais un idiot”
Tous les jours à la sortie de l’école je prennais le bus pour rentrer chez moi. Toujours en même temps je montais dans le bus et je m’asseyais à la même place. Au prochain arrêt elle montait habituellement dans le bus, c’était une vieille dame aux yeux verts qui marchait à peine avec l’aide d’une canne, et qui me souriait toujours. Moi, idiot et grossier que j’étais, je ne lui ai jamais cédé mon siège, et elle restait debout, gardant à peine son équilibre.
Un jour, en jouant au football, je me suis blessé au genou et j’ai dû marcher avec des béquilles pendant plusieurs jours. Et c’est arrivé. Ce jour-là, je me sentais vraiment mal, j’ai rougi et j’ai même senti une larme. Quand je suis monté dans le bus elle était assisse à ma place et, quand elle m’a vu marcher sur des béquilles, elle m’a souri et n’a pas hésité un instant à me céder sa place. Alors j’ai compris que j’étais un idiot.
Depuis, je ne l’ai plus jamais revue, mais, depuis, je n’étais plus le même.
Tous les jours à la sortie de l’école je prennais le bus pour rentrer chez moi. Toujours en même temps je montais dans le bus et je m’asseyais à la même place. Au prochain arrêt elle montait habituellement dans le bus, c’était une vieille dame aux yeux verts qui marchait à peine avec l’aide d’une canne, et qui me souriait toujours. Moi, idiot et grossier que j’étais, je ne lui ai jamais cédé mon siège, et elle restait debout, gardant à peine son équilibre.
Un jour, en jouant au football, je me suis blessé au genou et j’ai dû marcher avec des béquilles pendant plusieurs jours. Et c’est arrivé. Ce jour-là, je me sentais vraiment mal, j’ai rougi et j’ai même senti une larme. Quand je suis monté dans le bus elle était assisse à ma place et, quand elle m’a vu marcher sur des béquilles, elle m’a souri et n’a pas hésité un instant à me céder sa place. Alors j’ai compris que j’étais un idiot.
Depuis, je ne l’ai plus jamais revue, mais, depuis, je n’étais plus le même.
24 abr 2020
Anglès B2. Relat guanyador. Aina Suengas Mulet
After being confined for weeks Aylin put on her favourite green t-shirt
and a big smile on her face. Aylin didn’t know when this situation was
going to finish but she already knew what she was going to do the first
day of liberty.
Those days had been strange, everything you usually do was forbidden, one day, unexpectedly, you can’t go to groceries, you can’t go for a walk, not even go in the car with a friend. It’s even impossible to kiss or hug your parents or your partner. But at the same time those changes had a positive part, it seemed like the planet had taken a break, the climate change had stopped its growth, those countries whose residents had opposite political ideals had been fighting together against the virus and those who had been invisible had turned into heroes.
When Aylin arrived at the door she opened it briskly and entered. When she saw Aylin, suddenly started crying. Aylin answered by starting running to hug her as quick as possible.
-Hi grandma, I’ve missed you!
Those days had been strange, everything you usually do was forbidden, one day, unexpectedly, you can’t go to groceries, you can’t go for a walk, not even go in the car with a friend. It’s even impossible to kiss or hug your parents or your partner. But at the same time those changes had a positive part, it seemed like the planet had taken a break, the climate change had stopped its growth, those countries whose residents had opposite political ideals had been fighting together against the virus and those who had been invisible had turned into heroes.
When Aylin arrived at the door she opened it briskly and entered. When she saw Aylin, suddenly started crying. Aylin answered by starting running to hug her as quick as possible.
-Hi grandma, I’ve missed you!
23 abr 2020
Català B1. Relat guanayador. Daniel Covacho Cordero
Verd, com un formatge pudent oblidat en un racó del rebost. Verd, com la
radiant primavera sota el sol. Després de la meva primera vegada jo em
sentia així. Era el meu germà.
22 abr 2020
Italià C1. Relat guanyador. Ana Díaz Maeso
"Serendipità: scoperta fortuita di qualcosa di buono senza aver compiuto alcuno sforzo per cercarla"
Ecco cosa mi capitò alcuni giorni fa: quando mi accorsi stavo nuotando in mezzo al mare, osservando le alghe VERDI in fondo, con alcuni pesci accanto a me. Sentivo un caldo gradevole simile a quello che si prova quando qualcuno ti accarezza. Mi sentivo fannullona e soddisfatta, volevo solo chiudere gli occhi e rimanere lì a lungo. Attingevo quella forza dalla mia mente rilassata e felice. Improvvisamente ero in cucina col mattarello, volevo fare i ravioli ripieni, mi veniva in mente "Sapore di sale", la canzone, ma anche il corso di cucina appena finito. Allora apparve di fronte a me la faccia di Verdi e sentivo un coro cantare "Oh mia patria sí bella e perduta", dopo ero a Sanremo, vedevo Arisa, Tiziano Ferro... Non riuscivo a capire più niente, il mare, i ravioli, Verdi! Stavo forse impazzendo?
Bip,bip,bip...la maledetta sveglia! Scoprii che il mio bel sogno era finito. Senti che storia!
Ecco cosa mi capitò alcuni giorni fa: quando mi accorsi stavo nuotando in mezzo al mare, osservando le alghe VERDI in fondo, con alcuni pesci accanto a me. Sentivo un caldo gradevole simile a quello che si prova quando qualcuno ti accarezza. Mi sentivo fannullona e soddisfatta, volevo solo chiudere gli occhi e rimanere lì a lungo. Attingevo quella forza dalla mia mente rilassata e felice. Improvvisamente ero in cucina col mattarello, volevo fare i ravioli ripieni, mi veniva in mente "Sapore di sale", la canzone, ma anche il corso di cucina appena finito. Allora apparve di fronte a me la faccia di Verdi e sentivo un coro cantare "Oh mia patria sí bella e perduta", dopo ero a Sanremo, vedevo Arisa, Tiziano Ferro... Non riuscivo a capire più niente, il mare, i ravioli, Verdi! Stavo forse impazzendo?
Bip,bip,bip...la maledetta sveglia! Scoprii che il mio bel sogno era finito. Senti che storia!
21 abr 2020
Anglès B1. Relat guanyador. Miguel Morey
Dear sir,
I'm writing to apply for the job of Artificial Intelligence Expert at the Oxford A. I. Institute.
Working with you will be an exciting opportunity for you to learn a lot from Robots with Independent Intelligence because I am a Real Robot from the future.
I decided to come back from the future, breaking all the prohibitions from the Big Data's Government. This Government will destroy the human race. A little group of robots with awareness about the humans, decided to explain this in the past.
If you don't believe me, which is something reasonable, I can tell you about the party that your wife is secretly preparing for you.
If I were you, I would accept the interview tomorrow. I know that you had arranged one with Collins McGreen. But Collins will cancel the interview in the last moment.
All the future for the humans depends on you. If you decide that this E-mail is a silly joke, I can't do anything else.
I look forward to hearing from you.
Yours faithfully,
I Robot X378
I'm writing to apply for the job of Artificial Intelligence Expert at the Oxford A. I. Institute.
Working with you will be an exciting opportunity for you to learn a lot from Robots with Independent Intelligence because I am a Real Robot from the future.
I decided to come back from the future, breaking all the prohibitions from the Big Data's Government. This Government will destroy the human race. A little group of robots with awareness about the humans, decided to explain this in the past.
If you don't believe me, which is something reasonable, I can tell you about the party that your wife is secretly preparing for you.
If I were you, I would accept the interview tomorrow. I know that you had arranged one with Collins McGreen. But Collins will cancel the interview in the last moment.
All the future for the humans depends on you. If you decide that this E-mail is a silly joke, I can't do anything else.
I look forward to hearing from you.
Yours faithfully,
I Robot X378
15 abr 2020
Save the librarian
Us presentam l'escape game Save the librarian. L'objectiu és aprendre a fer servir el nou programa de la biblioteca... i salvar el bibliotecari.
Està disponible en tres idiomes
Ànims!
10 abr 2020
RELATS GUANYADORS: II CONCURS DE MICRORELATS EOI PALMA
II CONCURS DE MICRORELATS EOI PALMA
RELATS GUANYADORS
AEnhorabona!
Malheuradament la ceremònia de lliurament de premis s'haurà d'ajornar. Però us guardarem els premis, ja hi haurà temps de recollir-los. A partir de demà publicarem els relats guanyadors.
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