BIBLIOTECA EOI DE PALMA

Meine Zeitkapsel von 202  Hallo, Person aus der Zukunft! Ich bin Mateo und ich bin 10 Jahre alt. Ich schreibe diesen Brief heute, am 25. Dezember 2026, denn es ist Weihnachten. Ich wohne in einer Stadt in der Nähe von Italien. Ich habe eine ältere Schwester und einen Hund. Ich liebe sie sehr! Ich spiele gern Basketball, aber mein Lieblingssport ist Tennis. Ich habe viele Freunde und wir haben viel Spaß zusammen. Heute erhalte ich viele Geschenke, deshalb möchte ich den Menschen der Zukunft ein Geschenk machen. Gestern hatte ich eine gute Idee: eine Zeitkapsel. In der Kapsel sind ein Foto mit meine Familie, ein Spielzeugeisenbahn, es ist alt und kaputt, eine Zeichnung von mir und eine Münze. Ich habe die Kapsel unter dem großen Baum im Garten. Ich habe viele Fragen: Wie ist dein Leben in der Zukunft? Welche Jahr ist es? Sind Züge schneller? Ich hoffe, du findest meine Kapsel aus dem Jahr 2026. Viel Glück in deiner Zeit! Die Zukunft ist sehr interessant. Tschüss aus der Vergangenheit...

Arriba la VIII edició del Concurs de Microrelats  Aquesta nova edició es centra en el concepte de "Futur" És ja tot un clàssic! Un dels moments més esperats a la nostra escola: una nova edició del Concurs de Microrelats de l'EOI Andreu Crespí Plaza. Enguany la paraula clau és " Futur "; una paraula i un concepte que els nostres alumnes podran escriure des de nivells d' A1 fins a C2 i en un total d' onze idiomes , ja que aquest curs incorporem com a novetat el coreà.  Com sempre, convidem a tot l'alumnat a participar en el concurs, ja que és una gran manera de practicar l'idioma que estudies i poder endur-te un premi si el teu relat resulta seleccionat pel jurat especialitzat. El funcionament és molt fàcil: només heu d'emplenar aquest Formulari de Google  amb la vostra informació i escriure el relat breu de mil caracters. El termini per fer-ho és fins al 23 de març a les 23:59 de la nit. Un cop finalitzat, el jurat procedirà a fer la tria ...

Italià nivell bàsic Non sentire nulla, tutto è buio, e non ho pauta... Perché non sento nessun rumore? Tutto è buio. Dov’è mia mamma, mio papà, mia sorella, mia nonna, mio nonno? Non posso muovermi e non riesco a ricordare nulla. Proverò a pensare. Mi chiamo Francesco, ho nove anni e i miei genitori si chiamano Lara e Leo. Ma, un momento, perché continuo a non sentire nessun rumore? Dov’è mia sorella Laura? In questo silenzio mi ricordo i suoi capelli biondi. Non posso muovermi, ma posso sentire Mino, il mio cane, accanto a me. Ora ricordo! Non sento più il rumore degli aerei, né le grida dei soldati. Perché tutto è buio? Non capisco nulla, solo che ho sentito un grande rumore prima di questo silenzio. Aspetta, ora so cosa è successo.Abito a Mariupol, una città nel sud dell’Ucraina. La mia famiglia è italiana, ma viviamo qui da 4 anni.Non posso muovermi, hanno distrutto la nostra casa. Credo che per me sia già troppo tardi, spero solo che la pace arrivi presto.Non possono distruggere i...

Anglès intermedi The clock of peace The old clock in the town square had stopped working years ago, frozen at midnight. For a long time, the town had been divided by a big argument, neighbors didn’t talk to each other, and everything was quiet. One morning, a little girl climbed the clock tower without anyone noticing. When she came back down, the clock started ringing, and the hands began to move again. The villagers gathered around, curious. “Why did you fix it?” an old man asked. The girl showed a note she had found inside the clock. The faded writing said: “Peace begins when time moves forward.” When they read it, the silence broke. Slowly, the neighbors began to reconnect, as if the clock had reminded them of something important: the chance to begin again.

  -ALEMANY: Nivell bàsic : Dylan Bryant (accèssit) Ángel Julián Fernández (accèssit) Pilar Kirchhof Cañellas (accèssit) Nivell intermedi :  Georgina Dávila Buriello (1r premi) Maria Eugenia Perez Llorens (accèssit) Jaime Montis Pascual (accèssit) Jordi Lluis Real Company (accèssit)   Nivell avançat : Lorena Lidon Martinez Ribes (1r premi) -ANGLÈS: Nivell intermedi : Irene Sánchez Verdera (1r premi)  Alejandro Marín Galera (accèssit)  Alejandro Prades Santandreu (accèssit)  David Lustres Alonso (accèssit)  Martha Zein (accèssit)  Daniela Táboas Rodríguez (accèssit) Emília Terradas Ferrà (1r premi) Jose Luis Fernández Palliser (accèssit) Nivell avançat : Cristina Moll Alles (1r premi) Manel Gacias Tuduri (accèssit) David Alexander Gonzaga Davis (accèssit) Daniel Trías Mateu (accèssit) Elisa Carrascosa Guerrero (accèssit) Kyoko Koizumi (1r premi) Cesar Fernandez-Corroto Martin (1r premi) -ANGLÈS EOIES: Marta Fiol Martinez (1r premi) -ÀRAB : Nivell bà...

Bon dia Arriba el VII concurs de microrelats EOI Palma Andreu Crespí Plaza .  Podeu participar fent click aquí .   Resum de les condicions (al formulari trobareu les bases completes) - El microrelat ha d'estar escrit en l'idioma en què l'alumne estigui matriculat. L'excepció és català; s'admeten relats escrits en català per alumnes no matriculats en aquest idioma. - Aquest curs, s'ha d'incloure la paraula " pau " en l'idioma que pertoqui. - L'extensió màxima és de 1000 caràcters. Categories : Bàsic (A1 i A2) Intermedi (B1 i B2) Avançat (C1 i C2)  Dates : - Teniu fins al 7 d’abril 2025 per a enviar els vostres microrelats. - 16 d'abril 2025: publicació de premis - 30 d'abril 2025 a les 18.30: cerimònia pública de lliurament de premis Premis : Hem aconseguit el patrocini d’algunes editorials (Cornelsen, Oxford, Cambridge, Planeta amb El Book d'Amanda, Casa delle Lingue, Pearson), que aportaran material per als premiats. Aficine ...

Aquí teniu els guanyadors del II Concurs de Microrelats de la EOI de Palma. Enhorabona als guanyadors i gràcies per participar! .:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:..:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:..:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:..:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:.:. ¡Aquí tenemos a los ganadores del II Concurso de Microrrelatos de la EOI de Palma. ¡Enhorabuena a los ganadores y gracias por la participación!

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.

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 ...

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 "...

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 baciass...

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 importan...

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.

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 m...

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 tristís...

"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 personn...

"""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...

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!

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 ...

“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."