🎄🎄🎄🎄 Ja ha arribat l'esperit nadalenc a la biblioteca de l'EOI de Palma 🎄🎄🎄🎄

 Avui tenim novetats d'alemany 😊

 Ets estudiant de rus a l'EOI de Palma Andreu Crespí Plaza? Ja pots venir a consultar les nostres novetats. 

 Aquesta setmana tenim més novetats 😊

 Avui comencem el dia amb novetats d'anglès i d'italià. Ja podeu venir a cercar-los!

Avui comencem el dia amb novetats de francès i d'italià. Ja podeu venir a agafar en préstec les noves novel·les d'italià i les lectures obligatòries de francès.

 Avui estrenam novetats d'alemany per als nivells C1 i C2. 

AVUI OBRIM

Avui hem obert les portes de la biblioteca i ho hem fet amb novetats de Speak Up.

Ja pots venir a fer-te el carnet, a agafar llibres o pel·lícules en préstec o a estudiar.

Vine a conèixer-nos!

Enguany tornem a posar en marxa el nostre punt bookcrossing. Trobaràs llibres gratis en diferents idiomes a l'entrada de la biblioteca de la seu central al carrer Aragó. Fem del món una gran biblioteca...

 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 comencem el curs estrenant la nova normalitat (nivell 1). Tots els tràmits es podran tornar a fer presencialment, si bé el servei de consulta i el de renovacions i reserves de material també es podrà fer online. A més podreu emprar la sala d’estudi i els ordinadors, sempre que no es superi l’aforament, i respectant les mesures sanitàries i els nostres protocols. 

La biblioteca de l’EOI de Palma obre les seves portes al públic general dimecres 13 d’octubre amb el següent horari i serveis:

Si sou alumnes nous i necessiteu fer-vos el carnet, podeu emplenar aquest formulari i després venir presencialment a cercar-lo. No us oblideu de dur una foto carnet. 

Per estar al corrent de les novetats podeu consultar el nostre blog o l’instagram de la biblioteca. 

Obrim les nostres portes amb molta il·lusió. Vos-hi esperam.

Una salutació, 

L’equip de la biblioteca

Xinès A2. Accèssit. Jose Juan González Navarro

有一天一个护士，她又年轻又聪明，去了一个老医院上班。在一间房间她看一个外国病人，他又年轻又高，她问他舒服吗，但是他不说中文。她觉得她很难过，所以每天她给他看生词。些星期后她觉得爱他，这个是复杂她的工作是非常重要。她觉得怎么办，很担心，这个事儿是很难。她第二天去说老板。她说她不能多工作这个外国病人，这个老板说那间房间空的九个月。她很怕了。

Xinès A2. Accèssit. Jennifer Cepas Ortega

永远爱你

有一天夜里一个小女孩哭声了。因为她的哭声是这么响亮，就让一个男生醒来了。男生离开家找那个哭声。外面他问：“你好？那儿是谁？”小声地说：“是我。”男生问她的名字，但是小女孩一回答就哭起来了。男生说：“你不舒服吗？你的脸色不好。你为什么哭？” 她说道：“今天早上我妈妈跟我一起出门走路了，一下子她就不见了！现在我还没找到她。我怎么办？”他先想一下再说：“我陪你去公安局报告。走吧！”他们还没有到公安局，忽然有人唱起歌来。歌是非常好听的。男生决定去找那个音乐。他们找到了一个墓地。墓地中有一个很漂亮美女。美女穿一件长白色的连衣裙。她唱完了。小女孩忽然就跑到墓地。美女和小女孩一起拥抱了，说道：“我会永远爱你，我的宝贝。”到了黎明她们都消失了。然后一个农民到了，对男生说：“早上好！你怎么在这儿？你不知道这个墓地是鬼魂的吗？我想告诉你一个悲伤的故事。很多年前，一个小女孩在大林不见了。她母亲悲伤极了。她妈妈那么悲伤，她就死了。从那以后这墓地是鬼魂的。”男生回答说：“谢谢你告诉我，但是我觉得从现在开始墓地没有鬼魂了。”

Xinès A1. Accèssit. Jose Manuel Aranda Regules

马达加斯加 游猎之旅

淡淡的爱。我希望给您带来轻盈的爱使 您 感觉 良好就像蓝天一样。
我知道这很困难，人类很沉重, 因为我们的自我充满了一切...并我知道将光与其他事物混淆是危险的。
轻量级不是肤浅的。
不会否认某些时刻的痛苦，拒绝我们经历过的另一种威胁。
光线是要看着。
微笑，柔和，明亮的眼睛凝视着。 只是拒绝责怪。我知道这很困难，但并不是不可能的事儿。
那就是人间天堂，如果我已经找到了你，那是最困难的，为什么不进一步瞄准呢？ 像冒险一样的生活：马达加斯加 游猎之旅 。

Xinès A1. Accèssit. Nihad Bentaleb

卡蒂贾和穆罕默德

一种不了解年龄，种族或经济状况的爱，而是相互支持和尊重，相互学习并共同成长的爱。

对我而言，这种关系是“爱”一词真正含义的一个例子。

Xinès A1. Accèssit. Ramon Martos Oliver

这是战争中一个爱的行为。

在中国的一个小村里，一个日本士兵在战争中迷路了，从别的士兵分离了。一天早上，一个漂亮的姑娘在群山之间的时候，就看到了他。她不知道要不要告诉父母村子里有一名日本士兵。最后，这个姑娘决定每周在他躲藏的地方留下一篮水果。这是战争中一个爱的行为。

Italià B2.1. Accèssit. Mateu Garcia

Potrebbe esserci una lingua in cui tutti potremmo capirci? ma sono sicuro che c'è una parola speciale che tutti possono capire e che è universale che può esprimere la migliore sensazione e la più importante.

Ebbene, semplicemente è questa: Il AMORE. Che bella parola, la più speciale e soprattutto la più importante. E quale lingua può esprimere questo sentimento?
Senza dubio è l’italiano che è la lingua dell'amore, non importa se lo conosci o lo parli, ascoltala e basta.
Ascolta bene sembra che si stia cantando e che recitino versi e poesie con tutte le frasi in rima tra loro. Chiudi gli occhi, ascolta un'opera o qualsiasi canzone, e non solo la capirai ma la sentirai nel tuo cuore.
Questa è la magia dell'italiano, una lingua sorella che viene dal latino come la nostra una lingua Romanza, questa espressione sintetizza il romanticismo in sé stesso di questa lingua e spero che tu capisca perché sono rimasto affascinato dall'italiano e dall'amore. Provalo e sarai innamorato come me.

Italià B2.1. Accèssit. Melisa Fernández

Quella sera t'avevo visto mentre facevi piccoli salti e non ho dubitato un attimo, nessun’altro pensiero mi è passato per la mente che non sia fare qualcosa per te, ero convinta che doveva aiutarti, anche se non era benefico per me, anzi il contrario, sapevo che mi avrebbe portato problemi che non potevo assumere. Alcuni mi hanno detto di non ficcare il naso, però mi sono sempre guidata dai miei istinti e quel giorno non avrebbe fatto eccesione. Quando t’ho preso tra le mie braccia ho saputo che era stata la miglior decisione che avevo preso in molto tempo. Senza cercarlo, nel posto meno previsto, ho trovato l'amore che avevo così tanto bisogno di sentire un'altra volta.

Italià A1. Accèssit. Pere Joan Femenia Sastre

Da molto tempo il mio cuore soffre. Non mi ero stancato di vederti, ascoltati, assaporarti o scoprirti. Prima eri bella e pura, ma sei cambiato molto... non ti conosco quasi più...

Hai perso il tuo colore... Dov'è la tua vita turchese? Quel verde vivido o il colore marrone chiaro del sole.

La tua tranquillità è scomparsa. Non eri l'isola della calma?

Le tue forme erano perfetti, ti hanno chiamato la perla dell mediterraneo. Ma ti hanno maltrattato e hanno lasciato un segno sulla cicatrice.

Quel danno ti ha fatto perdere la tua dolcezza.

Ma non preoccuparti, perché molti di noi ti amano ancora. E vogliamo che tu sia felice e bella come prima. Perché il mio amore per te non ha mai cessato di esistere.

Italià A1. Accèssit. Catalina Adolfina Buadas Porcel

IO VADO

Tutto per te. Tutto per me.
L'amore ci unisce ...
Le farfalle volano tra i fiori.
E scompaiono. E svaniscono come te.
Guardo il cielo e tu mi chiami.
Ti amo .
Io vado...

Francès B2.1. Accèssit. Obdulia Servera Verger

Cette histoire est un hommage à une personne qui à lutté toute sa petite vie pour survivre. Un "enfant papillon." Ces petits ont la peau si fragile comme les ailes d'un papillon. C'est un nom poétique, mais éloigné de la dure realité. La peau de ces personnes se déchire avec une simple éraflure, et ils ont leur peaux en chair vive, comme des grands brûlés. Ils sont obligés à porter des pansements sur tout leur corps, et il faut les changer chaque deux jours en rentrant dans la baignoire: le moment le plus cruel de cette maladie rare et génétique. Après il y a les muqueuses internes qui sont aussi affectées pour ce manque de collàgene. Ça arrive de ne pas pouvoir avaler même sa salive. Son accouchement à été tellement dur, le shock, l'impuissance, la tristesse. Quand je l'ai vu dans sa couveuse plein des blessures et d'ampoules m'a envahie une vague, une énergie si puissante, et j'ai su que j'aurais la force pour affronter n'importe quel défi.Il à était le déclencheur de l'AMOUR.

Català C2. Accèssit. Clara Oliver Duran

Com et vesteixes per anar a acomiadar a l’amor de la teva vida?

Em pos el jersei calent, els calçons i les botes de pell desgastades. A mi tant m’és si la bufanda fa bolla, si les sabates no llueixen. El meu cap és ben lluny d’aquí, vora el llit de l’habitació 342.

Què berenes el dia que vas a dir adéu al teu pare?

Les torrades esperen damunt el plat. La meva mirada va més enllà de la finestra, més enllà de l’any 2020 que ens ha capgirat el món de dalt a baix. Només se’m succeeixen records de tota una vida.

Què hauries de fer el darrer matí del teu padrí?

Em pos a escriure, imagin què sentirà la meva família. Sé que si empàs saliva, les llàgrimes que tremolen als meus ulls s'escaparan. Don gràcies pel darrer matí que vaig acompanyar-te, amb l’arc de sant Martí que guaitava i la teva cançó de Mocedades a tot volum.

Em costarà no trobar-te al menjador, entre la partida de cartes i el partit de futbol. Ves remenant que ara venc. Avui, més que mai, la partida anirà teva.

Català C2. Accèssit. Borja Crucelaegui Ojanguren

Tampoc no estic demanant gaire

Tira-tira m’hi acostum, a aquest nou hàbitat. Els meus ulls ja comencen a entreveure l’entorn. Hi ha una dona que plora com una magdalena i un home caigut a terra com si s’hagués desmaiat de l’emoció. Una gernació proveïda de bates taronges no deixa de fer-me proves. Mentrestant, els que deuen ser els meus pares, la que plora a llàgrima viva i l’home moll que no havia suportat la pressió, ja decideixen la meva vida.

De cop i volta m’adon que som nina. Quin suplici m’espera! No vull que em vesteixin de color de rosa ni que em tractin com una princesa. No vull que em facin jugar amb pepes ni que em regalin cap cuineta. No vull tenir por d’arribar a les tantes a casa ni haver de mirar cap enrere per si qualcú m’encalça. No vull que el meu amor sigui tòxic ni que m’ordeni que em llevi la minifaldilla. No vull empolainar-me i que diguin que som una escalfabraguetes. No ho vull! Mare, torna a obrir les cames que jo me’n torn per on he vengut.

Català A2. Accèssit. Carla Valdés Carrasco

Assassina!, cridava l'Enric mentre fuetejava amb ràbia a la seva filla per ser ella la que havia sobreviscut al part, però amb cura de no matar-la, perquè si la Laia moria, l'Enric perdria el seu únic propòsit: arrossegar-la a l'infern que ell vivia.

Però ignorava que res podria fer la Laia infeliç, perquè ella ocultava un gran secret: havia trobat l'amor vertader.
Com cada nit, va fugir sigil·losament, si l'Enric es despertava i la seguia... veuria que la seva estimada era una noia, i negre!, No!, no volia imaginar el que els faria.
En arribar a la cova va encendre un foc i, com sempre, ja hi era, asseguda amb aquell cos escanyolit. “Has de menjar més, no vull que et moris" va dir la Laia. Ella mai responia, la Laia suposava que era muda, però no importava, gaudia de la seva companyia.
Mai es quedava massa temps, per precaució. "Fins demà, t'estim" va dir la Laia en apagar el foc. La seva estimada no va sortir, de vegades la Laia es demanava si sempre es quedava allà, esperant-la.

Català A1. Accèssit. Ramón Martos Oliver

Amor.

Sento com se me'n calfreda l’espatlla. Mà trèmula. Els ulls no troben més llocs on fixar el desig, que s’aferra al meu pit com un nadó al de la seua mare i als meus més fondos xiulets de dubte, plaer i somni. Les sabates ofeguen els punts pre-ferits dels xinesos, reflexologia de l’ànima, punts d’energia d'una natura mística, d’una ciència màgica, ara, vertaders com els calfreds i la música. Tots, els meus òrgans ballen al so d'aquesta mena de simfonia de malsons coberts de mel de flors. Perquè per se no s’està malament a un malson, de vegades pareix un floc de neu a la riba, llum apagant la soledat, més no pareix si no és massa pics un joc de triler. Perquè l’amor és malson i oasis i oasis o malson de cop i volta, calitja i ànsia, vent i raig de llum; de cop un vint de Març. Juro que puc imaginar com seran els pròxims vint o trenta anys, i a les a hores d'ara, a l’anvers, fa temps vaig llegir a les pàgines del meu ferit saber com tot això va terminar ahir, o bé mai va començar.

Català A1. Accèssit. Fiona Simonet Munté

La cerca de l'amor

Estic cercant l'amor de la meva vida, la meva meitat, la persona que em farà feliç.

Exploro grans boscos i escalo altes muntanyes. Cerco sota les pedres, dins les coves, fins i tot en el fons dels llacs. Pregunto a tots i cada un dels animals on està el meu amor, però cap em sap contestar.

M’acosto a un penya-segat, agafo aire i tanco els ulls per sentir la calma. De repent sento una sensació molt estranya, una llum blanca surt del meu interior i s'endinsa dins el bosc. Crec que hauria de seguir-la, pot ser em durà fins el meu amor.

Segueixo l’estrella brillant sense dubtar, tinc clar on vaig i no tinc por de fracassar. La llum s'ha aturat davant d’una petita casa de fusta, segur que el meu amor és allà. Obro la porta sense temor.

Però el que he trobat és molt millor que el que jo cercava, no és l’amor de la meva vida, sino la cosa més valuosa del món, que s’ha anat formant durant tot aquest llarg viatge, és l’amor propi, l’únic que em fa falta per ser feliç.

Català A1. Accèssit. Paula Ferra Guillot

Et trobaré a faltar, no té cap sentit mentir a hores d'ara. Trobaré a faltar la teva veu i la teva presència, aquelles nits baix la llum de la lluna i els nostres viatges per l'illa.

Res va sortir com el que teníem planejat.
Et conec massa per saber que no m'escriuràs, que ni tan sols m'enviaràs un missatge. Milers de vegades he intentat trobar-te, i desconec si ara ho he fet, o només són simples restes del que un dia vares arribar a ser. Aquesta és la meva darrera esperança de recuperar tot allò que fórem.
Voldràs oblidar-me i no tenir cap fil unit al teu passat. Creuràs que et vaig fallar. Que no vaig tenir el valor suficient. Són tants els moments en què he pensat a canviar el succeït, en tornar a fer la nostra història sense les ombres de la mentida.
Per què els vares creure? Què és el que et varen dir? No fou suficient l'amor que vàrem viure junts per demostrar-t'ho? Tinc la certesa que t'he perdut, t'he perdut del tot; però no puc deixar-te anar, encara no.

Àrab A1. Accèssit. Melvin Vermeulen

 نينا - Nina
كُل لَيل لي حُلْم.
في الحُلْم أَسْمعُكِ ولَكِن لا أُشاحِدُكِ.
في الظَلام أُسافِر مَعَكِ مِن الرِمال الصَحاري إلى المَسَلات النُجوم.
عِبْر البِحَيْرات الكُهوف وعِبْر القُصور الذَهَبي.
أَحْياناً نَتَحَدَّث عَن الصُخور الحَبال وعَن الأَمْواج البَحار.
عَن الشَواطئ البَحْر الوَحيدا وعَن القِمَم الجِبال المُثْلَج.
أَحياناً لا نتكلَّم ولَكِن أَحْصِل عَليهُكِ بِالبَحَث.
أَبْحَث عَنْكِ إِلى اللأبَد في البَتَلات الزُهور وفي الأَشْكَل السَحاب.
في الفُروع الأَشْجار وفي الأَقْلام الطُيور.
النَهْر تَمَنيَّاتي أَكْبَر مِن النَهْر النَيل.
أَتَحَمَّم في عَطَرُكِ الوَرود.
أُحِبُّكِ فَأَنْتِ النافورة حُبِّي.
بِدون حُضورُكِ, لا عَنْدي الطاقة.
الظَلام يأَكُلَني.
كَم ساءات بِدون أَنْتِ!
أَسْتَيقَظ وأَجِدَّ وَجْهُكِ.
شَعَرُكِ الذَهَبي وبَشَرَتُكِ مُسْمَرة.
عَيونُكِ الصافي وأَسْنانُكِ البَياض.
شُكْراً لله, أَنا مُسْتَيقِظ.

Anglès C2. Accèssit. Coloma Borràs Cerdà

 An announced breakup story

‘Is not you, it’s me’ she told him. A worn-out cliché, whatever he did would be like water off a duck’s back. Had he only known before how their relationship had diverted, he had done whatever to fix it. His kindness towards her had generally been beyond belief.

Going backwards, he recalled that their love story hadn’t been a normal one. When they met, he just struck the right note. Afterwards, their relationship was far from being balanced. Little did he know that he would always give much more than her.

However, despite nobody had given a penny for them, they had been married for thirty years and they had built a steady family. All things considered, she couldn’t complain at all, he had always played second fiddle in the couple.
Nevertheless, it was time for both to move on. Only for this time, he would call the tune. Making a peaceful divorce would be the best for his daughter’s sake.

In the end, it had always been an announced breakup story.

Anglès C2. Accèssit. Yolanda Aznar Carbo

- Mary: “Love of my life, you've hurt me,.."
- Vincent: There's no cure for you, my “herb”. Always humming sappy music.
- M: Had I known you were going to be so far, I wouldn’t have chosen to get married to you, my beloved.
- V: Long time no hear! Indeed, you're overreacting again. It’s quite usual not being able to express myself without you make a scene.
- M: But, I miss you terribly Vin!
- V: Good grief! woman, despite your skills in the art of driving to despair are positively occult, me too.
- M: One of the hardest things to do in life, is letting go of what you though was real.
- V: Living here was a dream come true but maybe you're right, and it won’t be anymore.
- M: Anyway, everyone needs to inject themselves every day of fantasy not to die of reality. It may sound simple, yet it couldn't be closer from the truth.
- V: Actually, since I've passed away, hearing my voice is what make you come to your senses. Otherwise, that ghastly and hopeless sorrow has already kill you.

Anglès C2. Accèssit. Lourdes Portaña

The man raised his arms to the sky and Bella stood up on its hind legs. Suzanne could not stop the dog which was full of an unrecognizable energy. Twice hands up and the female dog set down completely lifting her front legs. “Bellaaa!!!!”- Shouted strongly the man from above. “What the hell?!- Said Suzanne running after Bella, which was already on the way to the houses. Minutes later, exhausted by the race behind Bella, Suzanne realized the friendship of her dog with the estranger. “Are you a peddler, man?”- she thought with arrogance. But they were on the way to another different house, where the strong signal of the other dog was coming from. Bella´s instinct brought them to Mistral, in a chaotic and indestructible loved reunion. “Oh, my dearest friends”- said the young man with his eyes in tears. - “The circus is back!”

Anglès C1.2. Accèssit. Ana Maria Dora Parera

Small gesture, touching memories

I must admit that I have been running many times from one place to another looking for pets, toys, games, in the belief that it would bring supreme and lasting happiness to my beloved ones. However, no sooner had I arrived home after several hours of hard searching than I knew, in the depths of my heart, it had not been worth having spent so much time away from the people I loved the most. Not only was I exhausted, but I was also in a bad mood. Besides, the joy over the presents could last a day, at best. It was the last straw. I noted that and from them on I decided to change my way of proceeding with the certainty that it is the small gestures of love that will become undying and touching memories. What will be with us throughout our life are the brushstrokes of tenderness in which what really matters is being close to each other. Material things fade over time, unlike the devotion and love we bestow to each, which is perdurable and priceless.

Anglès C1.1. Accèssit. Antonia Rigo Adrover

Love in the Time of Cholera

It was a weird sensation, not sure if I will be able to describe it with words. Like walking in your school empty late at night, quiet and calm, when the only memories you have are full of children running, chatting and playing. Like when you discover for the first time a new amazing panoramic sight, enigmatic and breath-taking and you just have to stand for a moment to get all what surrounds you. Out of place, but in the right place at the same time.

I gently opened the door and entered the library. It was almost as I remembered it from the last time, long ago now. Hardly anything had changed. I could see my classmates reading their favourite novels. What is more, I could hear my science teacher giving me the marks of an exam I failed. What a melancholic feeling.

Anglès B2.2. Accèssit. Andrea Barceló Fernández

Give Love

It had been a rainy day, Marga was telling the story of her shop called “Give Love” to her granddaughter Vanesa. This store consisted of returning the love which other people gave you.It's possible if you make some demonstrations of love such as bake a cake or watch films with the person you love. Vanesa said the idea was awesome, nevertheless she didn’t understand why people needed to go there. Marga responded that sometimes it’s necessary to remind people that their loved ones are important and her store had been based on helping people to share love. Vanesa hesitantly asked her why she closed her store if it’s sure that humans need it.The granny answered with melancholy: unfortunately nowadays people don’t have time to give love, they are busy with their jobs, their studies... They think that love is taken for granted and never worry to demonstrate it, they don’t see it necessary.My shop closed because love is gone and it's becoming superficial with false feelings of love

Anglès B2.2. Accèssit. Maria Lluïsa Escarrer Amengual

NEITHER SENSE NOR SENSIBILITY

It was a bright morning in May 2021 at Port de Sóller, I was twenty-two and I was studying hard to finish my law degree the following June. Suddenly, I felt a chill and it was hard for me to breathe. Since the total lockdown the previous year, I had begun to suffer from claustrophobic attacks regularly, especially when I was studying. As a consequence of the pandemic, the university course had been online which was hard and dull, and moreover, lacked the feeling of closeness to fellow classmates.
The day was wonderful, and I really needed fresh air, so I decided to go to the beach and try to forget my discomfort. 149
I was relaxing at the beach, observing the beauty of the environment, and thinking how different the Port de Sóller was the previous year. As a result of the Covid crisis, which was a humanitarian catastrophe, there was no overcrowding. 

Anglès B2.2. Abel Trujillano Ruiz. Accèssit

A new day begins. You look at me, I look at you. Fifteen days without leaving.

I observe through the window of the courtyard, tarnished by our breathing, the wind roaring without resistance with all the sky in favour, I hear the sea vibrating in solitude reflecting the stars that keep shining.

The birds conquer every corner of our courtyard feeling the freedom and the plants show their maximum splendor, with all their flowers, as if they had something to celebrate.

I sigh wistfully, perhaps with a little envy, these four walls weigh a lot. How long will this last?

You look at me again, I look at you, you smile and that's when I understand that on this side of the window is where everything I need is, the real love.

Anglès B2.2. Accèssit. Laura Moreno Montes

Do not ask me why I am trying to do this. I am here, trying to explain you my feelings. I do not usually do this; I prefer to do not show you my feeling because it embarrasses me.

All these things have happened since that day that you started to touch me, you looked me in a different way, we just seem two little children. That afternoon was special for me, I started to feel new things when you were bringing your lips closer and closer. It was so strange; I did not know why it was happening.

I did not understand why I needed to meet you all the time. Also, I spent all day thinking in our first kiss, I started to dream with you, it was very strange, I did not know why it was happening.

As time went by, I noticed how boring would life be if I did not meet with you again. I should tell you that I love you, but I do not think this word can sum up everything you mean to me. I only want three things: See you, kiss you and love you. Forever.

Anglès B2.1. Accèssit. Maria de Lluc Riera Mas

I take the bus and as every day it makes a bohemian fog, but I am not in London I am in Oxford. Today it’s raining, but this type of rain that drops calmly and wants to be snow.

-Cheers! (Like every day to the bus driver with his still sleepy eyes and his moustache almost frozen). And suddenly… incredible!! I just find 10 pounds note in the floor.
When I am paying attention to cross the street, I see the tombs that rest quietly just in front of the hotel and I reflect on this one moment and softly I say to myself: “carpe diem”.
I believe that the word is love if I think in what I feel every day when I go to the park and I find the squirrel. And the first day it came down from the tree and it came to me. I could say that it was love at first sight. We are close friends now and today surprisingly the squirrel give me one note:When you cross the first bridge in the park, follow the path that the squirrel draw.

Anglès B2.1. Accèssit. Manuel Albertí Oñate

Nancy´s mobile rang, it was Brand, the boy that she was in love with he wanted to cancel their date with a silly excuse.

When she arrived home, she went directly to bed to cry and she forgot to have dinner, she only ate an apple before sleeping. She bit it and she saw a small hole where a big worm showed up unexpectedly. She shouted and threw the apple. She approached it and raised her leg to smash it, but she saw how the disoriented worm tried to survive that terrible situation.

- What is happening to me? She said with tears in her eyes. Why am I trying to replicate my pain in another being? I should learn how this worm lives, it doesn´t need so many things in its life and it seems satisfied.

Nowadays Nancy has different greenhouses with varied fruits and vegetables that she sells to different restaurants. Also, she has a part only for the worm near the apple tree where the earth is always fresh.

Now she feels in love with the nature… she is in love with herself!

Anglès B2.1. Accèssit. Óscar David Millán Vivancos

DISCONNECTED

That day we had had an inopportune argument. So, I went for a walk and she went with her family.
Then I took the subway. But because I felt guilty, I immediately began to miss her. I felt sad and depressed. I thought that our best option would be to talk a little. Suddenly, something happened with my phone. First of all, strange symbols appeared, instead of the normal letters and numbers. Next, I tried to send a… impossible. That was the battery… and my charger was at home! I had a big problem. I couldn’t call her and I found no money in my pockets. The minutes became hours. What would she be thinking of? My silence would make all worse. The subway kept getting further and further away without stopping and I couldn’t get off. I felt completely isolated, disconnected, lost… alone. My sadness was growing towards infinity.
Finally, a noise woke me up. I opened my eyes and had no idea where I was. I felt relieved. My love was in the kitchen. It had just been a nightmare.

Anglès B2.1. Accèssit. Maria del Carmen Romero Borrallo

The Turkish invasion.

I have the strange feeling of being invaded by Turkish soap operas. I turn on the television and there they are, at all hours. They are advertised on programs and even on the news. The product is offered and has already been sold.
Years ago the same thing happened with Venezuelan soap operas. I was a teenager when I saw my grandmother hurry up in the kitchen to sit in front of the television and not miss a new chapter of the hundreds that those soap operas had. My grandmother enjoyed love stories but she also suffered with them. Those stories made her forget everything and not think about anything other than the protagonists. They were so successful that it marked an entire decade of the 90s and in many homes nothing was heard other than the names of those actresses, names of precious stones such as Emerald, Topaz or Ruby.
Today few people are unaware of the adventures of Serkan and Eda because now we have to live the decade of the Turkish invasion.

Anglès B2.1. Accèssit. Margarita Pons Bonet

The love he felt was so strong that as soon as he saw her, he wanted to eat her.

In a short time, he had her wrapped up at his feet. The loving look of his popped eyes made her more and more vulnerable and without she realising it, she was hypnotised and he took her to his world.
After a heavy storm in which she was severely beaten and got injured, she thought she had no escape. But in a matter of seconds her womanly strength and self-respect drove her to untear that tangle and she went free.
Spider webs are almost invisible. Open your eyes.

Anglès B1. Accèssit. Araceli Villaverde

When the soul is caressed.

I saw it and fell in love! And how do you know what love is? I do not know it but
I feel it. Because when I loved myself enough I could love and understand. And at that moment I was able to read the heart of the other person.

Anglès B1. Accèssit. Ekaterina Butsyna

 Love is where there is home and home is where you are.

Anglès B1. Accèssit. Maria Jose Muñoz Torres

One day I went on an excursion with my friend Antonia and her parents to the beach and we went by boat

It was a hot day and the sun was strong.
Antonia started to feel bad She got dizzy and lost consciousness .
We were all very scared, and her mother screamed and screamed in panic. And her father tried to calm her mother .
I was a child but just knew what to do because of I watching a program about doctors.
I wet with water some T-shirts that I was carrying in my bag and put them under her armpits and lifted her legs.
I also told her father to shade her with his t-shirt until we got to the beach.
While I told the mother to call the emergency
In the ambulance she woke up and the doctors said that we had acted correctly and that she was out of danger.
They asked us if any of us worked in medicine, and I told them .
Not yet ..but I want to become a doctor.
I love medicine and I love helping save lives.
And this is the beginning of my story in medicine.

Anglès B1. Accèssit. Silvia Peña Jordán

Once upon a time there was a group of students with science school degrees. They were in the University and they were working hard to resolve a problem that showed up one day. They didn’t know what happened because it was new for all the people but they wanted to solve this situation. The problem was when the people had the noname sickness. Immediately they caught the nomane illness, the people wore royal clothes and this action was very strange. All the people believed like a monarch because they had gone crazy and wore a love Crown. The scientists thought" we have to change this situation."

Those students who are working about this illness proclaim this new disease with the name Coronavirus.

Anglès B1. Accèssit. Teresa Martínez Murias

In the course of time

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At first he appeared suddenly.
Then she got used to him.
She in the end she called it Love.

Anglès A2. Accèssit. Margalida Serra Amengual

Is the sensation about I can feeling inside, we can send this feeling a other persons with a word, silence, a kiss, a synonim and adjective...is reflected in a hug. In conclusion, is a simply word all the persons can identificated, is Called LOVE.

LOVE, I can feeling inside my bones when I talk about one thing is passion for me while I can try to explain to other person. While only I can see their face and listen their words...
Supouse I can understand that love is something difficult to measure, and that no matter how hard we try to find a way to describe the size of our feelings, we will not always succeed.

Alemany B1. Accèssit. Aina Maria Cifre Pascual

Geliebte Therese,

es wird Sommer und die Tage werden sonniger. Es weht eine milde Brise und Leute sind ein bisschen glücklicher. Seitdem ich in die USA geflohen bin, denke ich jeden Tag an dich, und ich vermisse dich. Jetzt bin ich seit einem Tag in der Normandie, wahrscheinlich mein letzter Tag auf dieser Welt.

In Momente wie diesen denken Leute an ihre Familie und an ihre Freunden, nicht an den Feind, weil die Liebe stärkster ist als der Hass. Ich liebe dich, seit wir Kindern waren, aber du wirst es nie wissen, denn dies sind meine letzten Gedanken.

Dein Frederik.

Alemany A2. Accèssit. Isabel Domínguez García

Leo ist Architekt, Ana Designerin und sie leben in Berlin.Der Wecker hat nicht geklingelt und Leo ist später aufgestanden.Um 9 Uhr steht er am Bahnhof mit die Mappe in den Armen.Dann kommt Ana an,eine schöne Frau.Danach weht der Wind,seine Papiere fliegen weg und ein Papier fällt auf Anas Gesicht.Er holt es und es hat einen Lippenstiftfleck.Sie lächeln aber die Bahn kommt.Leo muss einsteigen.Heute ist Ana früher aufgestanden.Um 9 Uhr kommt sie am Bahnhof an und dort steht ein Mann.Dann fällt ein Papier auf ihr Gesicht und der Mann holt es.Sie lächeln, aber die Bahn kommt.Später ist Leo im Büro und er kann nicht zeichnen.Er kennt dieses Gefühl: Liebe.Ana trinkt Kaffee im Atelier aber sie kann sich nicht konzentrieren.Wer ist er?Dann sieht Leo aus dem Fenster und die Frau ist in dem Gebäude gegenüber!Leo nimmt das Papier mit Anas Lippenstiftfleck,macht ein Papierflugzeug und wirft es.Ana setzt am Tisch und ein Papierflugzeug landet darauf. Dann sieht sie aus dem Fenster und sie lächelt.

Xinès A2. Relat guanyador. Irene Oliver Morey

 然后我喜欢见它、听它、首先感觉它。它改变了一切，完全地改变了一切：情绪，感觉，气味，声音……我们在街上见面的时候，我很高兴；我开始慢慢走，我从它没逃出，所以其他人跟我不一样。有时候，它悄悄地从我房间的窗户进来，它我睡觉的时候在那里过夜；有时候，它很快强势地拜访了我。它大声地宣布它要来但它没有到场的时候，我只是恨它！尽管每个人都很难理解我对雨的爱情,我就是我!

Participants de la III edició del Concurs de Microrelats de la EOI de Palma Andreu Crespí Plaza

 

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Xinès B1. Relat guanyador. Maria Alcalde Perelló

 人工智能音箱

被反锁在房子里。没有电，没网络，没手机。连电视都没有。老板请他去照看他的豪华智能公寓的时候，小懒没有想到会情况是这样。水是房子里的人工智能音箱，开始用英语说话，他一个字也听不懂。什么做？到房子以前老板告诉了他："最重要的是，不要重启机器人。不要停用它，不要断开它的电源。如果有问题，会从你的工资中扣除"。

“水，你听! 水，请问!”
他的老板要给他打电话了，再他就会请求帮助。 小懒等着老板的电话在沙发上睡了。

早上，他太渴。这时，书架上他看到一本英语词典。但是人工智能音箱听不懂他说的任何话。它的名字 "水 "也听不懂。哦，可能它的名字也变了。"水 "的英文怎么说？Water！
- Here I am, what do you want？
- Water！
- Here I am, what do you want？
- Water! Water! Drink water!
他喝水完了水龙头开着呢。 - Water，stop it！ 现在他可以和音箱说话了。一个小时后也跟字典的帮助，小懒联系到了他的老板。"你要等到星期一，因为技术人员周末不上班"。挂断电话以前老板提醒他："这时间，你可以练习英语一下。公司支付很多钱你学习英语"。
一挂线，小懒就看到桌子上公司英语学校的宣传单: 爱语言。试试我们的故障防护的方法，让你最困难的工作人员开始学习英语。

Rus B1. Relat guanyador. Irene Oliver Morey

Я любила её видеть, её слышать и, особенно, её чувствовать. Она всё изменяла, абсолютно всё: настроения, чувства, запахи, звучения... Я была рада, когда мы с ней встречались на улице; я начала медленно ходить и никогда не избегала её, как другие. Иногда, она тихонько входила через окно моей комнати и там провела ночь, пока я спала; иногда, она посещала меня не только недолго, но и сильно. Я просто её ненавидела, когда она громко объявила о своем прибытии, но не появилась! Такая большая любовь у меня была в душе, поэтому я выражала её всему миру; хотя всем трудно понимать мою любовь к дождю, я такая какая я есть!

Japonès A1. Relat guanyador. Teresa Guazo Covas

 高校の愛

クラスメートではなくクラスメートの彼女（永子 ）はグループDに行き、彼はAに行きました。
彼（大城さん）は誰もが好きな典型的な人（スマートでハンサム）でした、
彼女はいじめられた悪い成績の典型的な女の子でした​​。
すべての女の子が彼を好きでしたが、彼は1つしか目を持っていませんでした。

大城さん、小学生の頃から恋をしていた永子ちゃんが好きだった、
しかし、彼はクラスDであることを拒否することを恐れて近づいたことはありませんでした。

卒業パーティーの週がやってきて、男の子全員が女の子に踊ってもらいました。
永子 ちゃんは、誰も踊ってくれないことを知っていたので、そういうイベントが気に入らなかった。
高校生の人気男子が永子 ちゃんに一緒に踊ってもらい、恥ずかしくて想像もしなかった。

永子ちゃん は恥ずかしそうに彼と踊りたいと答えた。 その日が来て、それ以来、彼らは今日まで一緒にいます。

Italià A1. Relat guanyador. Amanda Mariana Gouldney Paredes

Disperata

Avevo paura, non era la prima volta che ci provavo. Non volevo sentire quel vuoto e non avevo più opzioni. Non era un posto alto, volevo avere la situazione sotto controllo. Dovevo solo aspettare il momento giusto, un momento di luce che mi liberasse e cambiasse per sempre la mia esistenza.

Ero già pronta. Però, è caduto un sandalo su di un uomo. Mi ha visto e si è affrettato a salire sul tetto. E come se fosse un film, mi ha dato un abbraccio meraviglioso. Mi ha invitato per un caffè e abbiamo chiacchierato. Era il mio salvatore ma sapevo che avrebbe potuto essere qualcosa di più. Quando ci siamo salutati, ho chiarito le mie intenzioni. Ma era infuriato e mi ha lasciato sola. Perché? Mi ha salvato! È stato orribile. Volevo dimenticarlo. Poi, sono tornata disperata in lacrime sul tetto per porre fine a tutto.

E ora sono qui, di nuovo sola. Proverò un'altra volta. Perché è così difficile trovare l'amore? Forse dovrei migliorare la mia strategia o solo usare Tinder.

Italià B1. Relat guanyador. Joan Tomas Martínez Grimalt

ATTRAVERSANDO LA NOTTE

Il profumo amaro dell’acqua salata gli bruciava le guance, ormai rosse per volontà delle stelle. Sedeva sul fondo della barca e tutti i muscoli erano in tensione, come se avessero una corda rigida che li costringessero. Stava zitto perché non aveva altra scelta. Non poteva parlare, né gridare, perché era totalmente da solo. Solamente ascoltava come le onde percuotevano lo scoglio. Aveva perso la cognizione del tempo. Non sapeva se era rimasto là per cinque giorni o per cinque anni eppure si rendeva conto, di tanto in tanto, che la bocca era diventata ruvida come la scorza di un’arancia. Non ricordava nulla. Il cervello sembrava un buio morbido silente. Soltanto era sicuro di una cosa: non aveva mai conosciuto nessun amore diverso da quello che sentiva verso i pesci e gli uccelli marini. E con questo pensiero si allontanava ancora di più da se stesso e si perdeva nelle profondità abissali che lo dondolavano.

Italià C1.1. Relat guanyador. Ana Díaz Maeso

Era una notte d'estate, lui suonava a orecchio un vecchio pianoforte, mentre una donna rideva a crepapelle e mi faceva arrabbiare perché non riuscivo ad ascoltare la musica. Portavo lui sulla palma della mano (gli avevo pure regalato lo strumento alcuni mesi prima), perché mi aveva amato tanto e specialmente ogni volta che avevo avuto bisogno di conforto. Sembrava sguaiato ma non lo era, forse i suoi capelli ormai bianchi e ricci gli davano un'aria così, oppure era quella mosca sul suo mento? In realtà era bello, bello dentro e fuori e destava in me un sentimento che mi faceva sentirmi da Dio! Sicuramente era la persona a cui avevo amato di più. Lui e mia madre mi adottarono quando avevo dodici anni, un'età difficile. La mamma era morta tre anni dopo, ma lui ebbe cura di me come se io fossi il regalo più prezioso della sua vita. Io gli regalai il pianoforte perché lui non aveva mai avuto i soldi per comprarne uno. Lo spendeva tutto in me. Questo era AMORE vero!

Francès A2. Relat guanyador. Araceli Villaverde

 C’est de l’amour?

Un jour, elle a senti comment quelqu’un la regardait, mais à ce moment-là elle ne détourna pas les yeux.
Parfois, elle se sentait même intimidée, égarée mais, en même temps, flattée. Personne ne lui avait prêté attention depuis longtemps, et cela a commencé à changer sa curiosité pour l’agitation, pour le besoin de coïncider avec cette personne, de la rencontrer et d’essayer de comprendre ce besoin.
Céline se sentait très proche malgré la distance, comme si quelque chose les unisait. Elle, pendant un temps, a été abattue par certaines circonstances de la vie, mais le destin voulait combler l’absence. Elle ne savait pas de quoi ni d’où ça venait, mais la proximité insignifiante était là. On ne se connaissait pas, mais le destin l’a voulu ainsi.
Qui sait où le destin les mènera. Au moins, on sait que deux personnes sont ici aujourd’hui, très proches, malgré leur distance qui les sépare.
En ce moment la tendresse fleurit, l’âme est caressée et le sentiment a du sens.