Monday, May 26, 2008

Manufacturing Natuzzi Sofas Cleaning

Photos Monel. 75 100 WORDS AND






This was a bird that had just been born. When he managed to fly the nest was his world view. One day he came to a house where a girl saw him and caught him. Called Pisco. Every night the girl and the next day soltábao flashed back to her. They made a lot friends. But one day in Pisco returned, she looked and looked for spotted on the street. He was down there. He was waiting. Then he thought how lucky I am.

***************** There is not much a place in Europe, there lived a very rich family, which consisted of a father, a mother, a son and a daughter.
The father was a very nice man, as the mother and child, but her daughter was an ugly girl, gross, that is not wanted and bought a lot of poñíase malhumorada.
The strange thing is that parents are so kind, his daughter was so gross. *******************

I stared at the strange animal while he was still eating. I closed the fridge. Got my eyes as I opened and dishes. The puppy was still there. I thought it was a dream, but he looked very, very real. I decided to say something, did not seem too dangerous. But to say? What would you say to an animal that was literally zampo my fridge? This
... ... ... .. hello, I said "Who is it?
seemed to not speak Galician because he went to his. *******************

I went to my room, closed my eyes and tried to sleep but could not. The curiosity was stronger than me. The next day they were respected when I came to see the shadow. Beside me was a mirror and thought I would not give me back the march this spectrum. I tried to see if I could see in the mirror, and I did. It was a girl with a sad face. She began to realize the face of terror and walked away. *********************

Adentrouse in bright snow. I was not very good time to travel. The wind azoutaba their hair blond and curly, and there remained four months ago.
Daisy walked for days in the dark. I did not know which direction to take. Just wanted to walk, walk ... "Someday I'll get to some part" muttered in the dark to give encouragement.
Gradually the provisions were exhausted and Daisy was forced to hunt. And do not know it very well. **********************

On any given day one thousand nine hundred thirty-five, his grandfather, as usual, aporreaba the typewriter and resonated throughout the golpeteo the building of the keys. Never told anyone about what he wrote Locked in his bedroom. Mom would not let me climb into the attic focused on their knitting and my father sometimes talked to us, only with his grandfather.
And by him spent most of the day without downloading to eat.



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Daisy took the Your ulo, woman's knife. Already took three years in the Arctic, from the ten, but still lacked the necessary patience to hunt as the true hunters. Daisy
tumbouse the ground and waited that a Escrivania go through there. He waited for hours, but saw nothing. Still, she had learned to expect to be moving a single muscle and with great patience, and that was a merit.
The girl told the day I was wandering. Since it could take days, weeks and was hungry. But he had a stroke of luck: they found three children of lemmings.


********************* When I was on the street met with a traffic light with the color blue and white stick and when I went to my house by the beach and I saw the red sea, the sky green and yellow clouds. What it sounded? When I arrived at my house was all paws up, never better said, the furniture and lamps in the ceiling to the floor. I was lying in bed for relaxarme, slept and woke up face down floating. So I think we could be the fruit of our imagination or the imagination of another, or maybe we live in an imaginary space-time bubble. ***********************


He was half lying on that port, where once again took leave of him. At the port where they give you this amulet than never separated. He looked at the waves crashing against the rocks and waves crashing against the way your heart of Africa. He thought about his father, this man who had embraced every night the dark and calm when I was afraid. When I looked at the sea I thought these things that filled him with melancholy, if he would be killed in spite of the opinions of the people ... I also thought about the day he had to go into this war. ************************

once in my house oíronse very strange noises. I stood up out of bed and took a look to see what was happening. I went downstairs very slowly. When I was downstairs I noticed some noises coming from the door, looked through the sight of the door and saw that it was Toby, the dog of our neighbor. I opened the door and deixeino go into the room, in her necklace had a letter saying, "Hi neighbors, Toby déixovos to a season because I'm traveling, my mother is very ill. I know that you should have noticed it before but had no value. "

Ccortical Irregularity

IES Monel. 25 AND 50 WORDS

And I found her crying in a corner of the stand desolate. Acerqueime called his arm around and asked him if he passed, so I said
- I'm off to another institute
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was once a shining door they had just put in a new home. The door was very happy, but a sunny day the house burned.
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Walking the mysterious woods found a cave. They came to see what they had, but they found no stones. Went to not lose the rest of the group. *********************

look out the window and watch a big gas explosion causing a disaster of 2000 killed. Menudo sacks photo with my new digital camera. ***********************

to do I have to write 25 words, I know: "There once was a beautiful boy who was always with a big smile ear to ear. " *********************

He spread his wings, jumped up and flew away. After all these efforts will be successful. It was the first time he undertook the flight to freedom. ***********************

Daisy did not take a compass. He thought about leaving marks across the tundra while walking not to lose. But in doing so may find their trail and find it ...
********************** The morning dawned clear
no clouds in the sky. There was no one working in the fields, nor had opened shops in the city still no early riser.

***************** In the park there was a square, the square one tree at a tree grove, tree branches, a bird in the branches of her in it the eggs.





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The garden I closed the Bennet home was spectacular, he was not very well maintained, just the opposite. The neglect meant that she had given him a mysterious aspect to the mansion. I would not know to describe it accurately. A dark ivy covered walls and agatuñaba all the windows on the north side.
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A lúa iluminaba palidamente as sombras da noite cando Daisy se deslizou a través da porta da súa casa. Decidira escapar. O Ártico non lle gustaba e dicidira volver a Canadá, a Queebek. A neve estendíase ós seus pés, salpicada de monótana tundra que asemellaba toda igual e fermosamente infinita…
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Cando mirei e non había nada pareceume moi raro, busquei por todo o cuarto e nada de nada. Díxenllo á miña nai e dixo que seguro que era cousa miña. Deixeino de lado. Pero despois vin a negra sombra na parede. Volvín a dicirllo e dixo que eu necesitaba durmir.
*********************** In class there
crazy loose
How Adriano who laughs alone. That is nonsense

But brimming with joy. Anthony Pichi
and say things rare
And Adriano plays the maracas.
Alex is sleeping and says: Chacho
what happens? And I
rioma class,
This is a great, Grace lag. *************************

This morning upon waking, I heard a strange sound. I stood up and went to see, but everything was completely normal. I thought it was the wind and went to the kitchen. I opened the refrigerator and inside found a little bichiño who was eating everything. The small one is to say, had the size of a dog. **************************

night was very beautiful. The moon was full and there were a lot of stars in the vast firmament. When I arrived, it was not, the sea should have stayed with her. The lighthouse was beyond the moon, the only light at night and was the one who gave me tranquility. ***************************

once was a pig so beautiful, so beautiful that instead of the mud if embozarse embozaba in caviar until the April 18 discovered she was allergic, so we decided to die in May, St. Martin. It gives name to the saying "In St. Martin kill the pig thin "
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once was a lion who was shy and hunt pedíalle permission for their prey to swallow. They said no, when I heard it thought about becoming a vegetarian and the other lions Rians it. One day he decided to hunt gazelle best of all Savannah. It was cazouna and ate.

Friday, May 23, 2008

Gold Trucks For New Tech Decks

IES Eusebio da Guarda: Wikipedia

New Urban
The New Urban traditional are reports that, despite containing the implausible supernatural elements, are presented as a chronicle of actual events that occurred today. Circulate through word of mouth, media and the Web The same urban legend can have countless versions, usually located in the vicinity of those who tell and receive. For its adaptation to industrial society and the modern world are described as "urban", which opposes those legends who, having been the subject of belief in the past have lost their relevance and identify with the past. Often, the narrator introduces the characters of an urban legend as acquaintances or relatives of someone close (as are also known as "stories of a friend of a friend").
Scientific explanations
Since ancient times, there are efforts to streamline urban tales. Probably the first was Euhemerus of Mesene , creator of the trend or exegetical hermeneutics known as euhemerism , who plays scientifically the existence of gods as a result of an accumulation process legendary around certain real mortal people as a way of thanks to the heroic work or benefit from them. Psychologically
can serve as a means of acceptance among a group of people, need for recognition or stand out from other individuals of similar education or training, Fun, creation of alternative communication channels, rebellion against officials or public alarm or instilling a dread absurd. Also have a social interest documenting urban legends fears of minorities or the established power, which is responsible for all the evils that have taken place under the sun. Some urban legends

A popular urban legend for many years among youth is one that says that people have been kidnapped for the sole purpose of a kidney removed, perhaps after attending a party or is forced to take any drugs, or one that exposes subliminal messages in advertising, taste Gourmet eating babies fetuses Taiwan, among thousands more.
is also talk of the alleged death of Paul McCartney (former bassist of The Beatles ) in a traffic accident in 1966 and replaced it twice since then. The fans said they had found evidence of disks made in posterirores to that year ...

Antón Álvarez Yusty
3 º D
IES Eusebio da Guarda

Does Gingerbread Man Dough Keep In The Fridge?

IES Eusebio da Guarda: Texts by writers

The dark swallows will return
on your balcony to hang their nests,
and again with his glass wing
playing call.
But those who refrained flight
your beauty and my happiness,
those who learned our names ....
those ... Not return!
will return the dense honeysuckle
your garden walls to climb
and again in the evening even more beautiful
buds to open.
But those of dew
whose drops watched tremble
and fall like tears of the day.
... those ... Not return!
will return the love in your oídosl
to sound as passionate words,
your heart from its slumbers
may awaken.
But silent and absorbed and
knees as you worship God at his altar,
as I have loved you ..., do not kid yourself,
well ... I do not want!

Gustavo Adolfo Becquer (1836-1870)
Miguel Gómez Bello
2 º C



- I will not leave you. You're a Kin-shannay, and know about life and death more than any mortal. You know that basically nothing dies, and that I'll be waiting.
A spark was lit in the blue eyes of Dana.
- Meanwhile, "continued the, guess what I thought," I want you to promise me one thing, and I swear by the most sacred thing that will do it.
- I swear.
Kai's green eyes seemed to smile.
- Vive le requested. Do not try to shorten your life to rediscover me soon. Live many years, lived intensely, live it. I live the life that I could not live.
She looked puzzled.
- But ...
- You promised me, "she reminded him. And now, farewell, dear friend. Thank you for these years by your side. Heartfelt thanks.
[...]



Chronicles de la Torre, vol. 1: The Valley of the Wolves .
Author: Laura Gallego Garcia Laura Croton Cobas

3 º D


MENDEZ MARIA PONTE

Maria Menendez-Ponte was born in A Coruña, but is very close to Santiago, a city where he spent long periods and always remember when he published his works, whose subjects range from children's literature to textbooks and informative, as the Bible for children was just released or novel that is about to reach bookstores, entitled When the words sleep. In addition to the pedagogy and literature for adults, his passion is the theme of youth, and proof of it is the resounding success I'll never be your hero, now in its ninth edition. María Menéndez-Ponte just bring out another work that thousands of young people waiting as rain in May. Damn teenager, in which the writer discusses the typical and disagreements among adolescents. Maria Menendez
Seeing no one would say who has four children, the eldest 25 years. However, when talking about the level of complicity that is with them, is somewhat surprising that a mother can know so well all the nuances of the personality of a teenager, to which many parents find it impossible to reach because of the secrecy that characterizes adult learners. Besides his youthful appearance is the perfect tool to integrate into the world and become a colleague of the thousands of teens who write for advice.



Botana Alba Sánchez 2 º B

He had been told before landing, begin to learn.
And it was true. Asomada
the airplane window, to the astonishment of all initiatives referred to the extension of Bombay, and contrast, as reflected directly and suddenly at the first hurdle. Contrasts such as the golf course, seen from the brief height to fly in the landing approach to the runway, where a hedge separating simple the chasm between two worlds. On one side of elegant men, dressed appropriately for the occasion, played with their perfect smiles and bright eyes. The green lawn was pure in that open space and care. Across the high wall of plants, however, poverty is clustered in small, tiny houses, if the word is not too euphemistic, because it was merely attached to the hedge shelters, consisting of cardboard and other debris materials stacked in a symmetrical chaos. Only served to shelter, lie on the inside, with no other possibility, but dozens of people were moving in their living environment or peered through the holes now to view front proximity to the huge jumbo that came from an unknown world, unreal to them. A world as distant as the moon was the Earth.
Everything went very fast.
With that first blow on the retina, after the aircraft landed, down and faced the second expected.
odors.
- Here everything is different, but all the colors and smells, "she had said.
filled his lungs and took his first steps by India.
The ride to the hotel was an extension of his initial shock. The dream for the time change, shock, adrenaline shot through his veins and in his mind, waking and the first dive mottling in that culture. Saw the posters of new films produced by Bollywood actors and actresses sang quietly smiling from above. Watched the first cows with impunity installed in the middle of some streets even though it was a great capital. Was surprised by the mix of humans measured by a common pattern but showed signs of extreme environmental versatility of the country.
- First visit to India? I ask in broken English the driver.
- Yes ... yes. His first Indian
bright eyes, black mustache, grin.
The Taj was awesome. The largest and most luxurious hotel I had ever state. His latest concession to comfort before starting the next day heading to its destination, first by plane, then car. Opposite the hotel, the Gateway of India, with its monumentality, greeted the same way that greeted visitors, old, arrived by sea to the city.
was the latest jolt.
At the time of closing the door of his room and left alone, reminded Bill Murray in Lost in Translation. That initial image, in which the actor, sitting in bed, looked at the empty, feeling so lost in Tokyo as she was there.
The film was just a flat, lasted only a few seconds. She was facing
to overnight.
So I began to mourn, full of fear, uncertainty, loneliness, wondering once again if, rather than doing what was, what I felt was not running away from it all.
to herself.





Foreword Knocking on heaven's door .
Author: Jordi Sierra i Fabra Croton Coba
Laura 3 º D

Northern Lights
Philip Pullman

But not all! - Lyra protested. There is a bear that is not in Svalbard. Is an outcast and will bear with us.
Goose Lyra addressed another of his penetrating gaze. This time she caught all the coldness that was in his surprise. Coram Farder
shifted uncomfortably and said: - The truth is that I believe that it will not, Lyra. We know it has to fulfill his contract as a worker. Is not free to decide, as we imagined, but it is doomed. Until it has fulfilled, not free to come with us, either in shell without it, except that not recover in his life.
- But it has counted that he had been framed, who had gotten drunk and had been stolen.
- Well we have a different version of the story - said John Faa -. As far as we have said is that it is a pillar of care.
Lyra was so hyper that anger barely let him talk.
- alethiometer If I say something, I know it's true. I only asked and I answered that the bear has told us the truth, he was misled, that they are lying, not him. I believe in him, Lord Faa. Farder Coram, you also have seen and think what saying, right?
- I thought so, baby, what happens is that, unlike you, I'm less sure about certain things.
- But what are you afraid? Do you imagine that will go around killing people recover as soon as the shell? If even now could kill dozens of people if he pleased ...!






Maria Prieto González 2 º B
IES Eusebio da Guarda

The Boy in the Striped Pajamas

(...) slowly climbed the stairs, holding the railing with one hand while wondering if the new house was that place again where the new work of his father would have a railing as fabulous as it to slide. Because the railing of his house, pulling the top floor - opposite to the little garret where, if you put on tiptoes and clinging to the frame of the window, could see all of Berlin - ran to the ground floor and finished just in front of oak door with two leaves. And there was nothing that Bruno would like more than riding the rails on the top floor and slid down around the house doing "zuuum."
came down from the top floor to the next, where he was his parents' bedroom and large bathroom that was not allowed to use.
continue to the next, where his bedroom and Gretel and the smallest bathroom I do let him use and in fact should have been using it more often.
And still to the ground floor, where it fell from the end of the rail. Must fall with both feet if he wanted a five-point penalty and be forced to start over.
The banister was the best of the house and the grandparents that lived close by. (...)

Author - John Boyne.
Title - The Boy in the Striped Pajamas .

I like this part of the book the boy with the striped pajamas because it has what a child does in reality (which makes mischief, such as sports) and in this case the child fell down the banister of the house from the 5 th floor and that too is not normal, apart from their father did not should stop doing that because if you fall Better not think and I got the question to mind why quén let you use Elban largest found on the bedroom floor of the child's parents?

Francisco 2 º D IES Eusebio da Guarda


will return the dark swallows
on your balcony to hang their nests,
and again with the wing to crystals
playing call.
But those who refrained flight
your beauty and my happiness
those who learned our names ....
those ... Not return!
will return the dense honeysuckle your garden
walls to climb
and again in the evening even more beautiful
its flowers open.
But those
of dew drops
whose
watched tremble and fall like tears day ..
.. those ... Not return!
will return the love in your oídosl
to sound as passionate words,
your heart from its slumbers
may awaken.
But silent and absorbed and
knees as you worship God at his altar,
as I have loved you ...
kid yourself, well ... I do not want!

Gustavo Adolfo Becquer (1836-1870)

Miguel Bello Gómez 2 º C
IES Eusebio da Guarda
BIOGRAPHY FRANCISCO DE QUEVEDO

Francisco Gomez de Quevedo y Villegas Santibanez ( Madrid, September 17 of 1580 - Villanueva de los Infantes, Ciudad Real , September 8 of 1645) was a noble , political and English writer the Golden , one of the highlights of the history of Spain . Held the titles of Lord of the Torre de Juan Abad and Knight of the Order of Santiago .
The lineage of Quevedo, and mountain noble family descendant rich men of Castile, was established in the Toranzo valley in the mountains of Burgos, Cantabria current. His ancestral home was infanzonas and near Vejorís Toranzo, on a hill called Cerceda neighborhood.
Quevedo was born in Madrid and was baptized in the parish of San Ginés the September 26 of 1580. His childhood was spent in the Town and Court, surrounded by nobles and potentates, and their parents held high rank in the palace. The father, Francisco Gómez de Quevedo , was secretary of Princess Mary, wife of Maximilian of Germany, and his mother, Maria Santibanez (Madrid, Mother also mountain), was maid of the queen. The boy, gifted, deformed feet, one limping, fat and very short-sighted, was orphaned at age six and took refuge in books in the Imperial College of Jesuits in Madrid. In 1596 went to the University of Alcalá de Henares , where he studied tirelessly until 1600 . On their own depth in philosophy, classical languages, Arabic, Hebrew, French and Italian. He moved to Valladolid in 1601, following the Court moved there the Duke Lerma, and also studied theology, for which will subsequently make some contributions, as the treaty against atheism Providence of God. Even then excelled as a poet and was featured in the anthology generational Pedro Flores Espinosa illustrious poets ( 1605), but the whole of his poetry was published posthumously and can be classified into the Baroque Conceptism . Valladolid your stay also date the beginning of his long-running feud with Luis de Gongora . He had also cultivated prose writing as courtly game in which the most important thing was to display wit the first manuscript version of a picaresque novel, Life of Buscón, and a number of short tracts burlesque that earned him a certain celebrity among students and those who would renege on their age as youthful pranks, also by that time holding a very erudite correspondence with the humanist Justus Lipsius, deploring the wars that shake Europe, as seen in the letters collected by Luis Marín Astrana . Back
the Court to Madrid, up to her Quevedo in 1606 and resides there until 1611 delivered to points, earning the friendship of Felix Lope de Vega (there are numerous commendations to Quevedo in the books of the Phoenix and Quevedo Rhymes Rhymes approved human and divine, of Tomé Burguillos, heteronym of the Phoenix) and Miguel de Cervantes (is praised in the Journey to Parnassus of Alcala and corresponds to the Perniola Quevedo), with whom he was in the Brotherhood of Slaves of the Blessed Sacrament, on the contrary, mercilessly attacked the playwright Juan Ruiz de Alarcón , which amused her physical defects ( had red hair and hunchbacked), himself being deformed, and Juan Pérez de Montalbán , son of a bookseller with whom Quevedo had certain disputes. Against the latter wrote the whirligig, cruel satire Miscellaneous of his book to everyone. However, the most attacked was undoubtedly Luis de Gongora, who led a series of terrible satires accusing him of being an unworthy priest, gay, dirty, dark writer, delivered to the deck and indecent. Quevedo, shamelessly getting up violence to the relationship with their appearance (as in his satire A nose, which rages with the nasal appendage of Gongora, because at the time it was believed that the most marked physical trait of the Jews was to be big noses). In their defense, note that Gongora accounted for almost as violence. Then close a friendship with the great Pedro Téllez-Girón, Grand Duke of Osuna , who accompanied as secretary to Italy in 1613, doing various commissions for him that led him to Nice, Venice and finally to Madrid, where be integrated into the environment Duke of Lerma, always with the goal of getting your friend the Duke of Osuna the appointment of viceroy of Naples, which at last achieved in 1616. Again returned to Italy with the Duke, he commissioned him to lead and organize the Viceroyalty Finance and performs other missions, some related to espionage to Republic Venice, though not directly, as has been believed until recently, and in return get the habit of Santiago in 1618. Fallen
large Osuna, Quevedo is drawn also as one of his trusted men and was exiled in 1620 to Torre de Juan Abad (Ciudad Real), whose dominion he had bought his mother with all his savings for him before death. Locals, however, did not recognize the purchase and Quevedo litigate endlessly with the council , although the litigation will only be resolved in his favor after his death, in the person of his heir and nephew Pedro Alderete. Arrived there on the back of his horse "Scotus", named so subtle it was, she tells a romance , and isolated and court intrigues of the storm, alone with his conscience, Quevedo writes some of his best poems, such as the sonnet "retired to the peace of this deserted .. . or "Are Jorayo towers ..." and find comfort to their ambitions courtesans and affective tear Stoic doctrine of Seneca, whose work examines and comments on becoming one of the leading exponents of English neostoicism .
The enthronement of Felipe IV Quevedo meant for the lifting of his punishment, return to politics and high hopes to the new valimiento the Conde Duque de Olivares . Quevedo accompanied the young king to travel to Andalusia and Aragon, funny incidents, some of whose interesting account cards. Then report their work to the Inquisition , as the booksellers had been printed without his permission, many pieces running satirical handwritten becoming rich at their expense. Quevedo wanted to scare and frighten them that way and pave the way for a definitive edition of his works that never appear. On the other hand, takes a somewhat disorganized private life of a bachelor: a heavy smoker, frequent the taverns (Góngora blamed him being a drunkard and consummate a satirical poem called Don Francisco of Quebebo) and frequents the brothels, despite living in concubinage with one such Ledesma. However, he was appointed secretary of the king even in 1632, marking the peak of his career at court. It was a post subject to all kinds of pressure: his friend, the Duke of Medinaceli, is harassed by his wife to force her to marry against their will Dona Esperanza de Aragón, Mrs. Cetina , a widow with children, and marriage, made in 1634, only lasts three months. In contrast, were years of feverish creative activity. In 1634 he published The cradle and the grave and the translation of Introduction to the Devout Life by Francis de Sales ; of between 1633 and 1635 as the date works remedies of any fortune, Epictetus, Virtue militant, the four ghosts, the second part of the Politics of God, visit and anatomy of the head of Cardinal Richelieu or Letter to Louis XIII . Valencia in 1635 appears in the most important one of the many libels for defamation, the court of righteous vengeance, built against the writings of Francisco de Quevedo, master of mistakes, doctor shameless, buffoonery graduate, bachelor impurities, vices and professor protodiablo men.
In 1639, during the memorial appeared under the napkin of the King Sacred Catholic cesarean real Majesty ... which he denounces the policy of the Conde Duque, he stopped, confiscated his books and barely dressed, was taken to cold convent of San Marcos de León until the fall of the favorite and Loeches withdrawal in 1643. Quevedo at the monastery was dedicated to reading, she tells the moral and instructive letter, written to his friend, Adam de la Parra, painting for hours, his imprisonment and the life that she did:
From ten to eleven prayer Some devotions, and from this time of the twelve read into good and bad authors, because there is no book, which is negligible, which does not have something good, like a lunar or better note. Catullus has its errors, Marcus Fabius Quintilianus their arrogance, some absurd Cicero, Seneca considerable confusion, and finally, Homer his blindness, and the satirist Juvenal their rave, without missing a Egecias some concepts, subtleties Sidonio medium to Ennodio success in some comparisons, and Aristarchus, to be as insulsísimo, owned several examples. Of one or the other try to take advantage of the bad guys to not to follow, and good to try to imitate them.
But Quevedo closure had already left in 1643, infirm and very sick, and waiver to the Court to retire permanently in the Torre de Juan Abad . Is nearby, and after typing in your last letter that "there are things that only a name and shape," dies in the convent of the Dominicans of Villanueva de los Infantes, on September 8, 1645. It is said that his tomb was violated days later by a gentleman who wanted to have the golden spurs that had been buried and that this gentleman died shortly in just punishment for such audacity.
His works were very poorly collected and edited by the humanist José Antonio González de Salas , who has no qualms about touching up text, in 1648: The English Parnassus, Mount divided into two peaks, with the nine Muses, but is the most reliable edition, worse is the edition of Quevedo's nephew and receiving his inheritance, Pedro Alderete, in 1670: The three Muses last Castilian, in the twentieth century, José Manuel Blecua the rigorously edited.
was printed in 1663 the first biography of Francisco de Quevedo, that of Pablo Antonio de Tarsia , rich in anecdotes, then come those of Aureliano Fernandez War in the nineteenth century, where he was portrayed as a statesman, and the Pablo Pou Jauralde in the twentieth century.

Dark Yellow Urine Std

IES Eusebio da Guarda: Reports several

comment on the series "Dae Jang-Geum

series is very nice, starteling.
This series is really interesting is about a legendary woman who fought against the norms of emperador.Me imprersionó much this series because it speaks of social discrimination that existed in those times and I recommend it for smart people.
would change the world if we were all as Jang geum, the protagonist.

IES Eusebio da Guarda
YOUTING SUI 2 E LUCIA


THE WOMAN OF THE YEAR

There was a year in England, that in choosing the woman of the year,
chose a woman who lived in a village, but no normal people if not in small town where she lived alone.
had no TV because there was no electricity, lived alone and had a cow,
a goat, chickens and a dog. She occasionally, when charged by the board, came to town to buy something big, but ate what he planted. potatoes, tomatoes, lettuce ... and much more.
One day, a television, venue for the area by helicopter to do a report and saw a little house, stopped, landed and went to see what it was. The lady I invite you to go, to drink tea and decided to pick it ...
woman of the year, being an example that you can be happy with nothing, just the essentials.
A lady was offered a house in the city and agreed but asked to take everything he had and he said yes, she took the dog.
I asked, "do not miss the goat? And she said no because the new owner had asked to see her whenever he wanted and he said yes, he could go when he wanted.

Bethlehem Pastur
2 º B
MORE LIKE WHAT
What I like is music, I can spend hours listening , enjoying every note, every word, every sound.
I like to close my eyes and let it take me to feel free of all foreign to my concerns, my parents, my friends ... that is when I feel the happiness, in the solitude of my music.
are fine words whispered in my ear that bring out everything I feel. They can
help me to smile after mourn, able to help me find that tomorrow the sun will shine even though it has rained today.
are fine words whispered in my ear that bring out everything I feel.
The music is not my hobby, my life is a dim light inside me, that every day gives me strength to beat, not to beat me.
is so beautiful, so beautiful, so radiant ...
For many it is just stupid, but this shit is what I like, but my soul is a sweet melody that still waits to be accepted as is.

Isabel Suárez Fernández IES Eusebio da Guarda
2 º B


future Utopia?

sad and quiet in my walk I noticed that people do not even stopped to look at the time, were all automated, they knew what they had to do, I never stopped to think about it but since I lost my parents seen as the new "LIFE": people no longer live, only there, the facilities are such that to find a job or did not need to leave home. I just realize this, I decided escape from that place, never to return. I felt no fear, only the desire to be free and, again, human.

Antione King
2 º E

the dreamcatcher

In a village in Mexico was a man named Poa was the shaman of this village. The man already was getting older and I knew it would not last much longer. Then her eldest daughter had a son named Athaar Pekulín. This proved to be very smart because the year of birth could walk and talk. When he was seven years old, he began teaching Poa how to be in the near future shaman. Made to work hard to Pekulín, this child did not understand and always complained that his grandfather, but he turned a deaf ear.
Ten years later the old man got very sick and on his deathbed he told the young man
- "It's time to leave, go to another world, and from there will guide your way."
After saying these beautiful words, the shaman gave the boy a small pendant that had a catcher. To give the sorcerer said
- "You must leave for another land far from here in order to meet your destiny. This spell will absorb your nightmares and dreams come true. If your path does not know the difference between good and evil looking at the catcher, he will guide you. "
These were his last words, for nothing else to say, the old shaman died. The boy still could not believe it, his grandfather and mentor lay inert in his bed.
Young instead of staying there in tears came to his destiny, Poa had told him was to go to the land of the shamans to stop learning there. When he left the village he came to mind old memories of his grandfather, which made him sad but he thought that the old man would not have wanted it that way. The first day saw a high mountain trip I knew I had to cross if you wanted to reach the desired location.
As he prepared to climb the mountain he saw a huge black wolf red eyes staring at him. I knew it was not good thus hurried up the great peak, and after twelve hours of strenuous climbing came to the end. Decided that was enough for the day and bringing the dream catcher hung from a pole that was to make a makeshift tent and fell into a deep sleep. The boy, a few days before had horrible nightmares about the death of his grandfather, but she had not told anyone, because he did not tell their dreams. Pekulín
When he awoke he saw a beautiful day. He realized he had not had nightmares that night. He wondered to himself whether it would be thanks to the catcher of Poa.
Just get up and was planning the second day of travel. Should somehow cross a wide river rapids intense that many passengers could not escape. At the time he reached the shore, decided to boldly cross the fierce flow of water to swim, but at that moment he thought it best to try to implement one of the charms of his grandfather. After reciting a short spell of the river waters separated and quickly, the young man went through, and violently, had stabilized. On the other bank of the river saw the same mountain lion that looked violent gesture. Pekulín mammal walked by quickly escaping from its field of vision.
The night was similar to the above, except that in the darkness he heard a terrible howl.
He woke up drenched in sweat and with a vague recollection of having had a nightmare connected to the strange wolf. He looked where I had placed the day before the catcher, but was not. He searched everywhere the precious amulet. Did not find it anywhere. I knew I needed to finish the trip and could not continue without him
suddenly felt a presence there. He saw the silhouette of his grandfather and he began to speak:
- "Your amulet in other hands it is-Azaak, degradation of the shamans, an evil sorcerer who uses his powers for evil. You have to go to his lair to the north of here it is. Arrebátalo the catcher and follow the path to your destination. "
silhouette vanished into thin air and disappeared. The young man at that moment I understood everything, the red-eyed wolf was actually Azaak. Heeding Poa headed north. He came within hours of a large cave. thinking that this could be the hideout of the shaman. The place was dark and cold. He went to a bonfire, and saw Azaak. Atrapasueñoss had in hand, and when Pekulín quietly preparing to snatch a strange being pounced. The evil shaman
noticed the presence of the young and ordered the little monster to retire. At that moment a fierce battle between them. The young apprentice used most spells Poa taught, but not so tired I could not the least of his enemy. Suddenly, the boy remembered a spell that he was told to wear it only in emergencies, and he felt that this was the time. When Pekulín said some strange words the cave was lit dramatically. The learner used the moment of confusion and snatched the catcher to Azaak as he left the cave at superhuman speed.
After five days of travel saw a strange landscape. There it was, this was the land of the shamans. In that place was Pekulín two years of his life when he made a tough workout. He then returned to his village and was a shaman of it until the day of his death
.

Valdeón
Miguel Garcia 2 º D

Literartia

Night of fire, night hag
trapped souls that live on the screens. Vague
that, to feel
that are filled with life.

intense These words were uttered by a little man, bald that after several years caring members of the halls of the Museum of Fine Arts, can not resist the wish that the paintings cover life.
So on the night of June 23, while St. Paul prepares to celebrate Halloween night and it is left to intuit the crackle of wood burning, thousands of desires intersect. Among them, an incantation of a vigilante, sick of seeing the souls of friends shared so many nights, stuck in the colors of the frames. I would just for a moment being able to talk with them.
But in this his last night, the watchman walking, but not before saying goodbye, disappointed by his frustrated desire.
What he does not know is that these few words have had their effect ....
At midnight, a shadow escorrégase the corridor the first room of the museum. The shadow of St. Andrew, who on hearing the song of a female voice, follows the trail of that sound nice. This man was old, (description) reminds while vai path, I seus
Mariñeiro days.

Rosa Lamas Noya

My family

was a night of fog, darkness. For me it was the worst night of my life. Few moments ago I saw with my own eyes what happened the death of my parents, fortunately, I had time to hide in the closet and not be killed by such men I'm afraid to utter. I remember the words I always said my madre.temer a name is to increase the fear of the named. Then I had to be a strong person and say his name was ... the "Nazis" were those people who were going to get people to your home and find the killing and went.
A little later they heard footsteps and I did not dare to look, I vent to see a miserable hole that was my uncles who had gone to the house to see what had happened and saw it was them I decided to leave but was very scared. I saw and the first thing they did was hug me and kiss me, my aunt, my uncle cried while watching my parents if they were still a breath of life, although I knew it would not be.
I took her home, taught me my room and my uncle said he would park the cart in a place where very few people see. You could hear screams of other people who are not killed but enslaved, mistreated ... just at that very moment my uncle came down this street and see those people perfectly uniform, hid behind a large column of the building of Mr. Benitez and consoled me saying that the Nazis were leaving that place. Suddenly he heard a noise and my uncle had stumbled and made it possible to avoid being seen, but it was not the Nazis looked back and saw the shadows came and caught him by the neck and put him in a truck full of people, closed with a curtain and left for the road. I ran to tell
my aunt was just crying over the death of his sister. When I told strong arm grabbed me and took me to coach, went on the road, leaving behind the thick fog that had not looked very far away but at least there was hope that my uncle did not nothing happened. We reached a clearing where there were some bushes and pathways leading to a train. When finally it was up to my uncle to enter a car my aunt became very nervous and so she ran to catch it, but it was late, the Nazis shot him in the head and my uncle boarded the train. I could not do anything until the train came and then my aunt was dead and I alone in the mundo.

Arturo Seco Mouriño
IES Eusebio da guarda 2º ESO

Oda al libro

Un buen libro te hace soñar
Un buen libro te hace volar
Un buen libro te hace vivir cosas que jamás verás
Un buen libro te hace llorar, reír y sonrojarte
Un buen libro te hace morir, pero seguir viviendo
Un buen libro te atrapa y te hace olvidar quién eres y donde estás
Un buen libro hace que te Just turn the last page
A good book makes you smack the heart to finish the words,
as you would a pot of honey that is over too soon
A book is only words, but you can live in a whole life, traveling and learning.

Clara Gómez Fernández
2 º D IES Eusebio da Guarda


ANTARCTICA

I'm in the most inhospitable on Earth . The view does not distinguish anything but is ice, ice and ice. No civilized people. Only seals and penguins. I had never imagined that loneliness took me in a way so intense ... intimate ... The mountains seem icebergs that threaten to collapse and leave me alone, condemned and died in the icy water.
always dreamed of coming to this place ... the heart of the isolation .... isolate me ... Myself face to face with my melancholy. Now I dream to go. In my dream I saw my victory, but now here I do not know how to achieve success. This inhuman, savage and inaccessible place, I suspect it will be my grave, and is now here at this very moment, without ship or crew, lost in the ice cream, dying little by little, when I call this land "Antarctica."

Catuxa Criado Herrero
IES Eusebio da Guarda
2 º B ESO

easy it is to forget
My eyes began to moisten again when I reread the mail before sending, there was at the airport just a few feet from the door that would lead me to my new and distant destination to start a whole new life, and most importantly, without him, drove again after a few seconds looked up my laptop before and found him to send me not forgotten anything:
Hello, goodbye rather good, I wrote this just to not be surprised tomorrow when I seek to ask a favor or just because you're bored and have no one else to hang out, because I am not going to find it when read this and be far, far away from here, I got tired of waiting, I got tired of seeing the days go by without taking advantage of my life, I tired to mourn the night watching me was nothing for you, just wanted to say before I go and not to see you again, probably never, since I have no intention of returning, which has been the most important person and I most loved in my life for. the I've fought 364 days of the year and just so much you wanted and how bad that happens to you, I will forget, but I have to go thousands of miles away want you to know I'll never think you, not a second in my mind is for you, for me and will not be nothing and you will not be even a little in my life. Goodbye and I now understand what happened and I do not ever make the same mistake with another.
few months and recently passed by little her face was blurred in my mind, I got a job and home in my new place, everything was starting to go really well, even I was meeting new people, of which one may be perfect for me. But one morning apparently as the last three months, the doorbell rang I thought it was one of my new friends so happy, I went to open the door. My smile froze and slowly turned into a grimace of pain, could not be, he was, burst into my arms and I said what I felt I wanted ... my world stopped for a moment, thought to be in clouds, after that day everything happened very fast. Suddenly I was madly in love with him again as if every effort had been futile to forget. At heart I knew I should not trust him but there was nothing to do so I just waited for him.
a summer morning when I arrived and saw that his things were gone home and had a note that read:
Sorry, you can forget
sure I had no strength for anything else, just looked tranquilizers my bag and take me fifteen pills and never had to think about it or anything.

Nuria Vázquez
2 º B
IES Eusebio da Guarda

Diego

Era el 23 de agosto de hace casi tres años. por aquel entonces yo solo tenía once años y medio.
Hacía un día espléndido y mi madre me propuso ir a la playa, no me apetecía mucho, así que le dije que no, aunque la verdad nunca entendí muy bien la manera de proponer un plan de mi madre, porque cuando se le metía una idea de ésas en la cabeza era sí o sí y daba igual tu opinión. Al final dejé de protestar porque ya sabía quién llevaba las de perder y no me convenía otro castigo. Me dispuse a preparar la mochila, pero cuando ya iba de camino the room phone rang, it was my godmother, and as usual I passed the phone to my mother. Those days are expecting big news, but as of late so often called to talk to my mother about other issues, because I did not have illusions. My mother hung up, compared with other times, too soon and told me to fix it fast because in the end we had to go looking for my godmother. We
home. she and my uncle, her husband got into the car. My godmother nervous, my uncle, my mother, me, all we did not see the hour when the time came. We
the mother to four-thirty in the afternoon. After being a long time waiting in the waiting room and went to my godmother. It was a very long evening with lots of nerves, called ...
paternal uncles came first, then the paternal grandparents and then my uncles and future maternal uncles and godparents of the new family member.
Finally, almost seven hours, then told us that was born. And half a family running through the halls to get to know as soon as the baby.
Diego was quite nice, given that newborns me I look very ugly.
On August 23, 2005 at twenty-five past eleven p.m. because he stopped being the baby of the family. THANKS

María García Fariña
2 º B

Rosa Candy

There was a time in the country of elephants a herd in which the elephants were soft as velvet, had big eyes and bright pink skin candy.
This was because, from the day of his birth, the elephants ate only anemones and peonies. Not that they liked these flowers: Anemones - and even worse the peony - they taste awful, but, yes, give a smooth, pink skin and a big, bright eyes.
anemones and peonies growing in a fenced garden. The elephants lived there and spent the day playing with each other and eating flowers.
"Small" her parents said, "you have to eat all the peonies and not leaving a single anemone, or you shall not as soft and as pink as your mothers, nor will have eyes as large and bright, and when you are older any cute elephant wants to marry you. "
To become more roses, elephants wore pink shoes, collars and big bows pink on the tip of the tail.
From his garden fence, the elephants were his brothers and cousins, all from a beautiful gray elephant, playing in the savannah,
ate grass, they showered in the river, wallowed in the mud and made a siesta under the trees. Only
Margarita, among all the little elephants, not even a little rose again, even to eat anemones and peonies. And he angered his father.
"Let Margarita" he said, "Why are you still with that horrible gray, you feel so badly for a elephant? Are not you try? Do you a rebellious child? Beware, Margarita, and not because if you ever get to be a beautiful elephant! ".
And Margarita, increasingly gray, nibbling a few anemones and a few peonies for their parents were happy.
But time passed and Margarita did not turn pink. Her parents gradually lost hope of seeing it turned into an elephant "pretty and soft, big eyes and bright and decided to leave her alone.
And one day, Margarita, happy, left the garden fence, she took off her pink clothes and went to play on the grass, the trees of choice fruits and mud puddles.
The other elephant stared at her from his garden. The first day, terrified. The second day with disapproval. The third day perplexing. And the fourth day, dying of envy.
the fifth day, the bravest elephant began to leave one after another of the fence. And the shoes, collars and pretty pink ribbons were among the peonies and anemones.
Having played on grass, having tasted the delicious fruits and having stayed in the shade of large trees, not a single elephant never again wanted to wear shoes, or eat peonies and anemones, or live within an enclosed garden.
And since then, it is very difficult to know, looking to play small herd of elephants, which are what are elephants and elephants.
... They look so much! ...

Hugo Poncet Trevín
2 º E

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IES Eusebio da Guarda: Reports of terror

Story of terror

I lay me quietly in my room doing some boring math worksheet when suddenly I heard a strange noise from the hallway. I rushed hastily into the hall "will be my parents? They must be about to get "I thought. The answer was on the other side of the door, opened it, but nobody was there. "Riiiiing" the phone rang. It was my mother que me llamaba para decirme que ella y mi padre se retrasarían un poco debido al trabajo. No, justo hoy no. Tenía cada vez más miedo, al final decidí que lo mejor sería encerrarme en mi habitación y poner el televisor a todo volumen para no escuchar nada. Pero a medida que aumentaba el volumen de la televisión más aumentaba un ruido nuevamente procedente del pasillo. Abrí la puerta y allí no había nadie. Harta ya de tantos ruidos me dispuse a ir a la cocina puesto que es la primera habitación de la casa. Miré en todas las esquinas de la cocina, pero no encontré nada.
Hice lo mismo con el resto de las habitaciones hasta que me detuve bruscamente al descubrir que en la habitación de mis padres había something paranormal. But what? I went slightly to the bed with a thin little voice, the only one I left at that moment and said hello no one answered but I felt a strange presence with me. At that moment something touched me and the strange thing was that there was nothing around me. I ran but it was late, I was trapped, tightly clutching my leg running out any possibility of escape. But thanks to a great effort got rid of that beast. I hurried to my room, grabbed a sheet and started to write this story because I know nobody will believe me. I
But I have to try. Now just hear footsteps, more and closer. NO! He's there! "What you want from me? What have I done? Why am I doing this? What
...

Dayran Mosquera Suárez
2 º B IES Eusebio da Guarda

TALE OF TERROR

Dusk in the city of London, while a girl of just seventeen years walked hurriedly by laas streets of London. Her name was Lucia.
Lucia was always the same route every day, but today was different, did not know exactly what, but what things were changed radically.
The suspense in mathematics were not amused parents. His parents sent him changed all individuals cles, gouged his football cles, etc .... That was not amused.
haya But I wanted to go and all that was to go. On Wednesday at 16:01 escaped through the window with her bag and her heels. When I get there were their parents. Some people with high white boots and his sunglasses in the car. She was frightened to see those people there. Was four.
his body was flawless and brilliant. Were completely neat.
seemed to be stuffed or disguised and it was. Apparently, it was their friends of the old city disguised as parents.

Lorena Regueira 2 º B

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IES Eusebio da Guarda: Poems

POEM

A smile from you _______________
all started with that look,
all started at that stop.
not explain,
believe was complicated by the minute Turning

and I was by your side.

A smile from you is more than everything to me, I need

near me and watch you every day
.
Clara Moreira 3 º D

The forest Caurel


flowers and green meadows lie born in the jungle of Laurel.
The oldest tree,
had a red color.
paths seemed to have no exit,
more under
were full of life in the woods of Laurel. The
Breixo mallow covered mountains,
tiles black boxes.

He wrote this poem because Nuestro professor of Galician in the command duties.
Aprovecho that went to the Caurel hacerla. Estuve in a pueblo llamada Froxán. At first the teacher did not believe that I have done, if not a friend or my father. I love this poem mainly because I did well because the teacher liked also Galician and asked me to make a copy.
Poetry thinking I made the roads closed and trees as some colors were very rare.
The last verse I did when we were there and could see the houses and mountain lilies.


Carlos Muñoz 2 º ESO D

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IES Eusebio da Guarda: New urban

URBAN LEGENDS

GHOSTS IN THE WHITE HOUSE

The White House was built in 1790, and since then, there have been apparitions of ghosts of famous people who lived there. Among the characters whose appearances have been documented times are Abraham Lincoln, George Washington and Martha Washington (wife of above). Due to the nature of activities carried out there, have never produced official reports of the presence of ghosts in the White House.
Some of the first ladies who lived there, held seances in the home, to contact the ghosts in the White House. Among the first ladies who organized sessions are: Mary Todd Lincoln, Eleanor Roosevelt, Jane Pierce. Hillary Clinton herself, hired a psychic to contact the spirit of Eleanor Roosevelt.
It is curious that the first ghost in the White House, Washington marriage were as though George was the one who devised the house, never lived in it because he died before being finalized.
is said that paranormal activity will increase in times of crisis and war.
Witnesses say they saw Thomas Jefferson with his violin, playing melodies. In general, the visions took place in the rooms

Urban Legends

Urban legends are stories traditional that, although it contains elements of the supernatural or unbelievable, are presented as a chronicle of actual events that occurred today. Circulate through word of mouth, media and the Web The same urban legend can have countless versions, usually located in the vicinity of those who tell and receive. For its adaptation to industrial society and the modern world are described as "urban", which opposes those legends who, having been the subject of belief in the past have lost their relevance and identify with the past. Source

The origin of the term is purely commercial. This was the meaning that the editors chose Jan Harold Brunvand to designate contemporary folklore. The stories in question are various names by those who use and disseminate, in Cuba, for example, are known as "balls" or "fairy tales." Among these scholars, there are some who prefer to categorize them as legends to dry, whereas its role remains characteristic of this genus.

death curve

Legend has it that a young Spaniard was killed in a curve called the curve of death. They say when you arrive the curve you come across a young woman dressed in white hitchhiking. If you stop the car she was riding in and says: Be careful that in this corner I killed him. Then the girl disappears without a word.

Marta Martínez Rodríguez 2 º E

LEGENDS URBAN

The urban legends are stories traditional that , although it contains elements of the supernatural or unbelievable, are presented as a chronicle of actual events that occurred today. Circulate through word of mouth, media and the Web The same urban legend can have countless versions, usually located in the vicinity of those who tell and receive. For its adaptation to industrial society and the modern world are described as "urban", which opposes those legends who, having been the subject of belief in the past have lost their relevance and identify with the past. Often, the narrator introduces the characters of an urban legend as acquaintances or relatives of someone close (as are also known as "stories of a friend of a friend").
There are a variety of legends, some more familiar than others:

CURVE OF DEATH
Legend has it that a young Spaniard was killed in a curve called the curve of death. They say that when you reach the corner you find a young woman dressed in white hitchhiking. If you stop the car she was riding in and says: Be careful that in this corner I killed him. Then the girl disappears without a word, but you stars and die.

VERONICA

If you stand in front of a mirror at night and dark in a bathroom with three lit candles, and you invoke Veronica saying its name three times over three nights (one for each candle) is reflected in the mirror the date of your death on the fumes produced by the candles.
ONLY NO DOGS LICK

Legend has it that two girls from Plasencia, whose parents had gone to spend the weekend in the mountains, had been left alone at home with his dog. When they were watching television, a news flash interrupted the program. A crazy murderer had escaped from the asylum.
The little girl felt very scared, but her sister comforted her, telling her not to worry, no one could enter without his dog knew it, and if the dog would bark heard a noise, then they would call the police.
The girls went to bed restless, but after a long time fell asleep.
In the middle of the night the child awoke and felt fear, then reached under the bed's sleeping dog, it's lick and it was. So the girl stayed quiet, but he started hearing a strange noise. He looked like a drip. The girl got up to see where the noise and went to the bathroom to get her dog was found hanged by the dog and a note saying: Not only do dogs lick. The girl fainted and fell.
When her parents arrived, they found the dog hanging, his young daughter fainted on the floor and his older girl dead in bed.
When she awoke, he was completely traumatized and never again utter a word.

GIRL OF THE CURVE

One night in a car were a girl and her family for a road from Vera. When they reached a dangerous hairpin bend and crashed, and the girl and her family (father, mother and sister) disappeared. His relatives have not heard anything back from them. Today
time to time (probably every year, on the same day, same time) girl hitchhiking to the truckers who pass through there and the truck itself is covered.
The driver asks why he's doing such a young girl hitchhiking. She tells him to be careful in the curve, that is to kill. Then the girl disappears and the truck driver is killed in the same corner where she disappeared.
Today, the girl is still showing up at night to the truckers who pass by. Not yet known exactly how and when it appears.

ETERNAL BRIDE

Every woman dreams of her wedding day and a thousand fantasies, but what happens when something goes wrong, that is my story about it and the sadness that occurs. Clara was one of those girls who only fantasized about her wedding day and next her boyfriend was happy and protected. But the day he asked her to marry him she felt the happiest woman in the world, everything is prepared for the wedding, there were all the preparations for the expected ceremony was the most beautiful and memorable and the people would go if . Clearly belonged to a wealthy family as his father was a businessman in the textile sector, in particular was an expert in fine fabrics and high quality. His mother was the sole owner of Village store mannequins where she sold fabrics and garments that you supplied her beloved husband, there was from a sock to chose novia.Clara dresses more beautiful clothing store and everything was prepared for the big event and hoped that she fantasized for a long time. The whole village was invited and Clara was so nervous, arrived on time at the altar, but realized that her future husband had not arrived. The minutes passed and there was no sign of him, until a woman appeared at the door of the church and told him that her boyfriend had fled with her sister last night, Clara hearing this began to mourn his sentence, from this day only crying, had not even removed the wedding dress, her mother told her to take off that dress and live your life, it was time to overcome, but she always answered, "No mom, I want to be an eternal bride. To her life no longer made sense. His mother realizing that she wanted to stay like this forever made a tough decision.'s Become an eternal girlfriend since she began seeing die of sadness thought to make it so that mannequin sported her beautiful dress and forever permission from his mother's doctors began their work only at the time, when the work was finished in almacén.Dice placed people in the evenings she leaves the store cupboard and goes looking for revenge and each person is found after closing time does not appear the next day, only a manikin appears next to the bride.

THE HARLEQUIN PORCELAIN

birthday was coming up and even my mother had not bought anything, I decided to go downtown to see if there was something. After three long hours did not find anything that I liked, but in a corner shop caught my attention, like a bazaar old, had a dirty, sinister, macabre I would say, I decided to go on the counter was a man some ugly chepudo and a glass eye, smelled dirty, there was one thing that caught my attention, was expressionless porcelain harlequin garb and a bit shabby and oscuro.Le told the salesperson that I would take him I commented on it weighed a curse to all who have suffered a disaster have been fatal, according to legend there was a murderer named Clopi, his attire was a harlequin costume and their victims were children who maimed of all limbs, using their torsos as figureheads. One day the murderer was a spell and split his soul for all porcelain harlequins and specified that anyone who is carrying one suffer a misfortune. I ignored the salesman and I took him, took the car and put it in harlequin rear seats, went down the road, had a level crossing, but it could happen at full throttle, but a strange force car blocked me leaving in the middle of the road, could not go. I tried to turn to see if the train was coming and there it was, was stamped with such violence that killed me instantly, my mother went to the event, said if he could salvage something, the police told him that if: a harlequin china , which carried a note: Congratulations Mom. DAMN SCHOOL


I tell you a thing that happened in my town, this story is true, so they say, but I got the creeps to hear ..... it all started many years ago, in my town, which at that time was only a village of the many lost in the mountains of Asturias. my people as I said it was tiny, barely had a small square with a church, a park, a small jail and a school, all clustered around the house. but still was very proud of his school was one of the best in the basin, it was quite large and was available to all families, although teachers were scarce. One day, a day of class, a group of students were doing crafts with her teacher. have only 8 or 9 years, and passing it big with the clay and paints. the teacher, a very pretty girl and had started just a month ago, turned on the radio to hear of the time, because the class would next day the mountain hike. but half of the party, a man with very deep voice and he hung up a breaking news story: "We tell them that a dangerous murderer has escaped from prison of the people ... please ask them to close tightly doors and windows until he is arrested. "because" children were terrified and rightly so, the jail was very near the school. Professor reassured and began to tell stories to calm down and forget a little of that, but he entered a girl eager to go to the toilet ... the "teacher" with the little experience I had and after what they said on the radio, I knew if you let the girl go, but she insisted so much that eventually left her before leaving, they agreed a password to know that the girl was not the feared prisoner: when it came, had to give three knocks on the door and Spider Two times. the girl went to the bathroom, but never volvió.el prisoner, who was hiding in a bathroom, forced her to tell him the password and then cut off his head. the teacher was worried and had spent twenty minutes and the girl had not returned. But suddenly, the door was heard three shots and two scratches: is she, she thought. but when you open the door, he found the headless body of the poor girl .... of a jump, the prisoner came into the class, and amid cries of terror and pain, killed all the children ..... only the teacher was still alive, then managed to jump out a window ..... today is in a mental hospital, can not stop repeating again and again, three hits and two scratches, three hits and two scratches ... . the school was about to be demolished, it only brought bad memories, but eventually left. say that if you go in the bathroom you can see the head of the girl, who stares at you with eyes full of terror, and in the classroom, dripping non-stop streams of blood on the walls ...

GOTA A GOTA

all began the mid-60's outside Valencia in a town called La Eliana, this village like many others from the Mediterranean coast was mostly devoted to agriculture and more especially to citrus, was a small town that at most there were about five hundred people and they all focused on the few streets surrounding the town square, all but the Gonzalez family residing in the outskirts of town in a big mansion that once belonged to the Dukes of Flores. It was a beautiful house, high ceilings and numerous halls and rooms, all decorated with great taste. The mansion
also consisted of a spacious garden where it was easy to get lost and all surrounded by a wall that could only be accessed by a huge wrought iron door.
González family lived there whose head was Joaquin Gonzalez and devoted himself entirely to his business ventures, his wife Mrs. Patricia Gonzalez was a distinguished lady of the aristocracy Valencia as well as being a beauty was the mother of four beautiful creatures. The little kids ranging from four months I had Joseph to five years that had the greatest Nancy, who was as beautiful as her mother. It was what might be summarized as a happy family.
The Gonzalez family had a service that was composed of a nanny, two cooks and two women who were engaged in housekeeping and household work, not counting the men who were responsible for jsrdín care and home repairs that could need the house over time.
They maintained a very cordial relationship with its neighbors as the people at parties always made a strong contribution of money to magnify the festivities.
Apparently everything worked perfectly, come in a few days at Christmas and the family was making all the arrangements for them to be a Christmas to remember.
Days passed and finally came the Christmas , the whole house was filled with colorful and garden have decorated the fir with Giraldo and colored balls, the children were happy, everything was fun and laughter and soon reach the Magi bearing gifts for them.
came the day Eve and Mr. González was preparing to attend a party that gave the village, which would go to play an orchestra and would dance late into the night. That night all the service was less than the nanny party because she had to stay in charge of children. Once
Mr. González had left the young babysitter was ready to give the kids dinner and bedtime. Younger did not take long to fall asleep but the beautiful Nancy and her sister Sandra asked the girl to tell them a story to sleep, this told them a couple of stories of their invention in which appeared princes and princesses and girls not long before they drop into the arms of Morpheus.
The girl and some clothed and exhausted the very quietly left the room closing the door behind him.
were almost ten at night and decided to go eat something in the kitchen, the great mansion was a dead silence, so that sometimes a little shiver ran through the body.
After preparing a salad and a small ham and cheese sandwich goes out there, where listen to some music while trying to read a little.
Hours passed and the girl fell asleep on the couch. Awoke with a start, it was so incessant ringing phone,-ring, ring ,...- was ringing at that moment she did not know exactly where it was took a few seconds to realize he was in the mansion González .
quickly got up off the couch and grabbed the phone who was on a small table near the lamp. Picked up the phone but the other side of the line does not listen to anyone, she asked several times goodnight Gonzalez home is anybody there? "but no one answered ... after a while hung up and stared for a moment, without giving more importance then went to collect the plates and the vessel that had stopped next to couch to take to the kitchen, once there, put them on the stack and he was preparing to clean again hear the phone ring, ring, ring ,...- again ran into the dining room and choked up the phone. Nor did this time was heard the other side, the girl asked a bit worried incessantly - say, say? - but no one answered. Finally he turned to cut off communication.
Sari, such was the nanny thought it would be a failure of the telephone it was not uncommon during that time had cut phone due to bad weather. Had not taken two steps when the phone rang again, quickly take it back and again asked if anyone ... across the line but no one answered, but this time he heard something that was sometimes not heard, be heard clearly, perhaps too clearly, it sounded like a trickle - cluck, cluck ,...- Sari asked again - good night, someone? - but no one answered. The girl began to be somewhat concerned and decided to Police call people to tell them what happened, he picked up the phone again and when he approached the receiver to his ear turned to listen, cluck, cluck ,...-. Stunned dropped the phone and stepped back ... not understand what was happening. With fear picked up the phone and hung it went to the main hall where he had another phone and tried to call back from him but before she dropped back, this rang a bell that was already beginning to unhinge - ring, ring. ..- This time was slower to pick up the phone because what may sound across the uneasy, and finally picked it up and held it little by little to the ear as knowing beforehand what was going to listen, cluck, cluck ,...- is what he heard. Terrified threw his headset to the ground with rage and screamed hysterically on the phone - who is it, what do you want? - But only answered the phone, cluck, cluck ...- it back again to hang from tears, but once posted it rang again, the terrified girl did not dare to pick it and decided to take the children and leave them to people looking for their parents and the police ran up the stairs leading to the room the smallest while echoing through the house, ring, ring ,...-.
opened the children's room but they were not in there, barely believing podérselo opened the next room where they slept Nancy and Sandra and they were not in the room. Panic gripped her and began asking her to stop screaming mad incessant phone ringing, but this did not stop-ring, ring ,...-. picked up the phone that was in the hallway and before letting off the hook for not hearing your doorbell again heard the sound of drops falling-cluck, cluck ,...-.
began running around the house looking for children , covering each of the rooms while he kept his head is heard a dismal and relentless time drip-cluck, cluck ,...-. One by one through all the rooms without success, the children did not appear anywhere, he had only to look in the west wing of the mansion for staff working in the house, took a master key to enter the private quarters of workers but they found nothing, went into the bathroom of the service by pushing the door suddenly, there they were. His eyes bulging
could not believe the scene before them. Watched stunned the four creatures were in the tub empty, stacked on each other, had been beheaded and thrown there. The head protruded from the small Nancy bath and his neck emanated a stream of blood that ran the edge of the tub and fell over the telephone hook producing a steady drip - cluck, cluck ...-
never found the culprit and had to take many years for people passing near the old house did not suffer a chill to remember the facts.
After that the poor Sari had to have psychological help until the late seventies ended his life by jumping from the eighth floor, said that at night when sleeping not stop listening to the drops of blood falling on the phone.
Since then the house is uninhabited for the Gonzalez family moved to the city of Valencia trying to forget what happened and no one would buy it after the fact that it occurred.

SMALL VISITOR

Vanessa, is a young Gijón studying Occupational Therapy at the University of Talavera. Along with two other girls rented an apartment across the street from the Templars to the costs were lower.
During the second year, Vanessa suspended two subjects and their parents sent her to Talavera in August to study. One summer night in which she was alone, four blows sounded on his door. Vanessa thought it was a friend to go out to have a drink, but it was a girl of about seven years.
The girl, beautiful blond curls and big brown eyes looked at Vanessa and said his name was Veronica and was lost. Vanessa let him go, he prepared a glass of milk and said they were going to the police. Veronica begged him not to do that night because he was very sleepy and wanted to sleep. Vanessa agreed and made her bed. In the early morning when Vanessa was going to take it to the police, entered the room and saw the girl named Veronica, was not.
A year later in the same situation, she reappeared. Seemed had not grown at all. Vanessa again prepared him dinner and let him sleep but the next day Veronica disappeared again without trace. Vanessa went to the police and all the data gave the girl but there were no complaints and no one had claimed a disappearance. After many laps, Vanessa came to the Hospital de San Prudencio. A hospice for orphans. There Sonsoles mother, explained that she had no such features. Just when Vanessa was about to leave the place, another nun came up with a timetable of two years ago. There was a photograph of Veronica, as Vanessa had seen. - Yes she is! - Shouted. The two nuns looked strangely - Veronica died two years ago.
That night, four blows sounded on the door of Vanessa. The girl watched through the peephole in the door. Veronica was back there with his arms crossed and face angry. - Have been slow to open up, I have hungry and tired - said the girl. Vanessa terrified prepared everything as he had done regularly. When Veronica bed could not endure the terror and went slowly to his room. The girl was fully clothed. Vanessa pulled the blanket and under her, like a sigh seemed to fade a little body in a cloud. On the pillow, child letter and number of errors was a note "Thanks for the milk and sweet, now I have to go to hell to bring the other three girls who would not let me into their houses."

Laura Croton Cobas
3 º D


VISITORS TO THE AREA RELATED misfortunes have happened to the existence of a curious geological formation ON POSSIBLE DESPITE A CURSE
Numerous shapes and colors that take on the canyons of the Colorado River as it passes through the state of Arizona (USA), but one of the longest courses of attention is the famous "barrel of death. "It's a great rock eroded by the passage of the river so that its appearance coincides with a gloomy calavera.Es known among the inhabitants of the area that produces the negative influence of the rock, and even visitors the guns have been linked misfortunes that have happened with the existence of a curse on it.

URBAN LEGENDS

THE ADOPTED CHIHUHUA
A family traveling happily Mexico for a holiday soon discovers that the streets of Mexico City there are many dogs Chihuahua. These dogs are original in this country and very abundant, while the rest of the world are highly valued pets.
The fact is that these dogs awaken kindly feelings in people and seem to say "Pick me, pick me."
Apparently, the couple's son found a chihuahua left in the middle of the street was very receptive and affectionate with the family. Be deceived, ate from his hand and soon all be infatuated by such a fantastic animal.
decided to take it home right around and hide a few days holiday at the hotel before leaving for his home in nuevo.Cuando the family came home tried to Chihuahua phenomenal. He did a shed in the garden and called him "Pufi." Everything was perfect for everyone least for the family cat to feel moved apart with the arrival of new family member, continually had to ensure their personal safety.
The fact is that one day when the family went shopping at Carrefour and returning closer they found an unpleasant surprise: Pufi, her pet Chihuahua, had undergone traumatic amputation family cat's head. All efforts to save the life of the cat were useless, as expected by the magnitude of the wound.
What most surprised the family was that the cat had been executed with a blow so it seemed more the bastard child of another cosa.La Yeti family suddenly found Pufi that his pet Chihuahua, claws had grown much in recent days, his nose had been enlarged and the truth is that resembled a rat more than anything else. It turned out that a rat had collected from the streets of Mexico City. A giant rat that had entered their lives and had ended the life of your cat. And red bunting this story is over
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Sar Mar Rodríguez M ª 3 º D

Urban Legend

Urban legends are stories traditional that, although it contains supernatural elements or unlikely, are presented as a chronicle of actual events that occurred today. Circulate through word of mouth, media and the Web The same urban legend can have countless versions, usually located in the vicinity of those who tell and receive. For its adaptation to industrial society and the modern world are described as "urban", which opposes those legends who, having been the subject of belief in the past have lost their relevance and identify with the past. Often, the narrator introduces the characters of an urban legend as acquaintances or relatives of someone close (as are also known as "stories of a friend of a friend ").
Scientific explanations
Since ancient times, there are efforts to streamline urban tales. Probably the first was Euhemerus of Mesene , creator of the trend or exegetical hermeneutics known as euhemerism , who plays scientifically existence of gods as a result of an accumulation process legendary around certain people real and deadly form of thanks to the heroic work or benefit from them.
Psychologically can serve as a means of acceptance among a group of people, need for recognition or stand out from other individuals of similar education or training, fun, creation of alternative channels of communication, rebellion against officials or public alarm or instilling fear absurdity. Also have a social interest documenting urban legends fears of minorities or the established power, which is responsible for all the evils that have taken place under the sun. Some urban legends

A popular urban legend for many years among youth is one that says that people have been kidnapped for the sole purpose of a kidney removed, perhaps after attending a party or be forced to take drugs , or one that exposes subliminal messages in advertising, culinary taste eating babies fetuses Taiwan, among thousands more.
is also talk of the alleged death of Paul McCartney (former bassist of The Beatles ) in a traffic accident in 1966 and replaced it twice since then. The fans said they had found evidence of disks made in posterirores to that year ...

Antón Álvarez Yusty
3 º D

Urban Legends

The urban legends are stories that are passed by word of mouth created for entertainment, mainly young people. These legends are invented and have no solid arguments.
The story I liked was the "not only do dogs lick" although not very well argued I love the content and imagine the situation of the young girl:
The above story happened to a nine year old girl, only daughter of parents of great influence in local politics, this girl had everything I had wished and hoped for a normal girl with good education, but with an incomparable solitude. His parents used to go to charity parties and meetings of political, and left it alone.
Everything changed when he bought a large breed puppy (ie to look after the child when he grew up), the years passed and the girl and the dog became inseparable. A night like any other parents went to say goodbye to the girl, the dog and used to sleeping with the girl, he prostrated under the bed.
parents are gone and soon the girl fell into a deep sleep, and about around 2:30 am, a loud noise woke her, and scrapes were mild and then louder. Then, fearful, reached down for the dog to the lamiese (was like a code between it and the dog) and he did and then she calmed down and slept again.
When she awoke in the morning he discovered something shocking: The vanity mirror was something written in red lettering. When approached, he saw a trail of blood which read: " ONLY NO DOGS LICK." then screamed in terror when he saw his dog slain on the floor of his room.
is said that when the parents found she was not talking about anything other than 'who licked me? " and say the name of your dog went crazy and so far is in an asylum and their parents, trying to forget what they found in the room and his daughter went abroad. And the unknown
larger, according to those who went to investigate the girl's room, the dog was already dead, that is crucified on the floor for hours.

Antía King 2 º E

"TRUTH OR LIE?
Urban legends are stories that, while containing or implausible supernatural elements are presented as facts. Circulate through word of mouth, media and the Web The same urban legend can have many versions. Often the narrator introduces the characters of an urban legend as acquaintances or relatives of someone close. Here I present some of the most popular urban legends in recent times:
A popular urban legend for many years is one that has to people have been kidnapped solely to remove a kidney or other organ , after attending a party or be forced to take drugs.
Another is the ghost girl Highway, which has very different versions. Basically legend has it that a young woman dressed in white hitchhiking appears, usually near a dangerous curve. Asks a driver to take her, when up, is said to lag time in silence until she mysteriously disappears from the vehicle. It tends to have ended after the driver learning that she had died in an accident or a tragic way. Another is
of child abduction or child in Carrefour. It is another rumor that you hear from time to time: a mother is the child of three, four or five years, she neglected a bit, does not see his daughter and starts screaming in despair. Carrefour closed doors so no one can escape .... and after looking around the center, found the girl in one of the services, with completely different clothes which had, with short hair and about to be raped .... Many swear that really happened.

Marina Aguilera Martínez
3 º D

This story is well known in Córdoba, as there is an old house in the center of the city is said to be haunted and that it long ago there lived a wealthy family who had a young daughter and several maids at your service.
One night while the girl slept heard noises in the hallway, slowly opened the door to his room to watch the corridor that connected the rooms, extremely long, dark, full tables and pavement. Down the hall
the girl saw what looked like a boy his age lifting of the tiles and putting something into a hole in the ground. The girl could not believe what he saw light in the boy's hand when passing through the dim light coming through the window were gold.
When the boy went out and walked toward it, then one of the maids came with a huge candle that had seen what had happened and wanted to take advantage.
decided that they would not say anything to anybody, every night would come and with the help of candlelight lifted the tile and would remove the coins until they are gone. Every night the girl whose size fit inside, he stood in the gap under the tile and was giving coins to the maid, who stored them in a large bag. The night passed and the treasure seemed to never end. Every night that passed the candle was consumed more and more, but the coins were coming in pairs and would not let any.
One night in the middle of its work the candle began to flicker off by threats of the maid told the girl to come out of the hole, which had money to spare. The girl ignored him and left the cache, but the last time a coin dropped the bag into the hole and in an act of greed and without thinking, got the girl back into the hole. The maid tried to grab her but could not, while screaming at him to please go out there and let the currency, but in the middle of that cries finished off the candle. At the very moment when the last ray of light left in the sail the tile was closed in the eyes of the maid leaving the girl inside.
The maid decided to say nothing to anyone, the parents gave the child to be missing and the subject was forgotten over time. But even today in that house can still be heard at night the cries for help from the girl who repeated night after night in the hall \\ "Please ... help me out of here ... ... \\". Even the police have gone many times before the call from neighbors who heard voices calling for help, but when reaching the old house the only thing they have always found is old and consumed a candle placed right in the middle of a tile ...

Nuria Montenegro 3 º D

Urban Legend

The urban legends are stories traditional that, although it contains elements of the supernatural or improbable, are presented as a chronicle of actual events that occurred today. Circulate through word of mouth, media and the Web The same legend city \u200b\u200bcan have many covers, usually located in the vicinity of those who tell and receive. For its adaptation to industrial society and the modern world are described as "urban", which opposes those legends who, having been the subject of belief in the past have lost their relevance and identify with the past. Often, the narrator introduces the characters of an urban legend as acquaintances or relatives of someone close (as are also known as "stories of a friend of a friend) Source


The origin of the term is purely commercial. This was the meaning that the editors chose Jan Harold Brunvand to designate contemporary folklore. The stories in question are various names by those who use and disseminate, in Cuba, for example, are known as balls or fairy tales. In Colombia they are called simply stories. Among these scholars, there are some who prefer to categorize them as legends to dry, whereas its role remains characteristic of this genus.

Some urban legends
• A popular urban legend for many years among youth is one that has to people have been secuestradas con el único fin de extirparles un riñón, quizá luego de asistir a una fiesta o de verse obligada a tomar alguna droga; o aquella que expone mensajes subliminales en comerciales , el gusto gastronómico de comer fetos de bebés en Taiwán , entre miles más.
• Dos de las leyendas urbanas más extendidas son las de Verónica y la autoestopista fantasma , las cuales están extendidas por todo el mundo, y se han ido modernizado con el paso del tiempo. Por ejemplo, en las primeras versiones de la leyenda de Verónica no aparecía su imagen dentro de un espejo, sino que aparecía reflejada sobre la surface water from a barrel. In the legend of the phantom hitchhiker originally the girl is not getting into a car but kept the riders and rode his horse's rump.
• After these urban legends that could be called original or primary legends that have emerged more gradually been extended as the previous two, and have also gained a deserved reputation across the width of the land. These stories originally appeared in a specific place and were considered as traditional, but after the passage of time have also been extended. Is the case with the legend of the apparition English or Holy Company Galician whose origin is unclear but is also present worldwide.
• There is also talk of the alleged death of Paul McCartney (former bassist of The Beatles ) in a traffic accident in 1966 and replaced it twice since then. The fans said they had found evidence of disks made in that year after ...
• The latest urban legends that have arisen and have been incorporated into new technologies and our time. This is the case of urban legends such as blood gang or other related field of computers, computer and Internet that, like other urban legends, have spread and have several versions, one very popular is the time travelers who communicate through MSN , the story of John Titor .

Ivan Perez Pose
2 º E
Urban Legend

Urban legends are stories traditional that, although it contains elements of the supernatural or unbelievable, are presented as a chronicle of actual events that occurred today. Circulate through word of mouth, media and the Web The same urban legend can have countless versions usually located in the vicinity of those who tell and receive. For its adaptation to industrial society and the modern world are described as "urban", which opposes those legends who, having been the subject of belief in the past have lost their relevance and identify with the past. Often, the narrator introduces the characters of an urban legend as acquaintances or relatives of someone close (as are also known as "stories of a friend of a friend").

Source

The origin of the term is purely commercial. This was the meaning that the editors chose Jan Harold Brunvand to refer to contemporary folklore. The stories in question are various names by those who use and disseminate, in Cuba, for example, are known as balls or fairy tales. In Colombia they are called simply stories. Among these scholars, there are some who prefer to categorize them as legends to dry, whereas its role remains characteristic of this genus.

Some urban legends

• A popular urban legend for many years among youth is one that says that people have been kidnapped for the sole purpose of removing their a kidney, perhaps after attending a party or be forced to take drugs, or one that exposes subliminal messages in advertising, taste gourmet eating babies fetuses Taiwan, among thousands more.
• Two of the most widespread urban legends are those of Veronica and phantom hitchhiker, which are spread throughout the world, and have been upgraded over time. For example, in early versions of the legend of Veronica did not show his image in a mirror, but appeared reflected on the surface of water in a barrel. In the legend of the phantom hitchhiker originally the girl not getting into a car but kept the riders and riding on the rump of his horse.

Isaac Garcia Baña
2 º E