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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