THE SPACE
I
would like to go to space
With
a big rocket
It’s
different from any place
And
it’s so big that the earth can be in your pocket.
Gravity
doesn’t exist
So
in the air you float
Sometimes
you make a twist
Or
get dizzy like in a boat.
The
best is seeing our galaxy
With
the planets and the stars
And
see our nationality
The
moon is rocky and grey
And
has got a flag
Another!
They say
And it’s in our bag.
Cristina Martínez Bravo 1st ESO
THE
MYSTERIOUS BOX
Yesterday, I received a mysterious box. It looked like the Super Mario
box: yellow and with a question mark. There was a letter
on it.
It said:
Dear customer,
We know you’re a big fan of
Nintendo. We sent some games for you, but it seems like all the other
mysterious boxes have disappeared.
Hope you enjoy the games,
Nintendo
I wasn’t sure of what I would find if I opened that box, but I was
curious, so I tried, but opening it or cutting it didn’t work. I left the box
in the corner of my room while I was thinking of safe ways to open that strange
thing. Finally, I thought something extreme but, even if it was a little bit
dangerous, I tried. I smashed the box against the floor. It didn’t work. I gave
up, because I was tired of thinking about it, so I played Mario Bros. then the
successful idea came: hit it with your head! Few moments later it opened. There
was a red and white mushroom. When I was about to eat it, I suddenly fell off
my bed. Was it all a dream or not? While I was thinking about the dream, I saw
the box.
Le Luo Wang 2nd ESO
AN IMPOSSIBLE DREAM
I had a dream, an impossible dream.
Peace. The dream of peace-
It's only a desire- A light that disappears.
Like us. It's born to die.
It's useless to look away. Grief will find you-
Even there are high walls and deep oceans.
It wants heaven, only a freedom place.
How many wars do we have to live to learn?
Don't blame drugs, don't blame martians.
Don't blame each other, only blame yourself.
We can see our assassin in the mirror.
Violence to others is our own suicide.
We treat tyrans like friends, we forget their crimes.
Only for money stained with innocent's blood.
Slaves are far in distance, not in time.
We forget sorrow very easily.
Stars are crashes; red is blood and white is the shame.
There are no good or bad, only selfish criminals.
How many years are we going to survive?
Until we burn on fire in a nonsense war.
Pol Cid 3rd ESO
She was from
Australia, he was from Barcelona. They had been speaking for nine months on a
chat and they really liked each other but the great day had finally arrived:
they were going to meet in person.
She had travelled
from Australia to the Catalan capital in a twenty hour flight in order to visit
the city, but also in order to take advantage of the trip and of course to meet
him.
Joan, the
eighteen-year-old boy, went to pick her up to the airport and, when Mary first
saw him, she felt like a tingle in her stomach. The two of them were so nervous
that they could barely speak. They hugged but they didn’t kiss as they were
quite shy. Finally, he drove her to her hotel because it was rather late.
The next day, they
got together in Plaça Catalunya. At the beginning, it was a bit embarrassing
–it was far easier to chat via whatsap than doing it face to face. Throughout
the minutes, they started to feel more comfortable. He showed her the city and
took her to the gloomy narrow streets of the Gothic Quarter. They were
wondering around ancient buildings when Mary suddenly held his hand. “This will
go far”, thought Joan.
− Why do you live so
far?, asked Joan, desperate.
− I hate it too,
replied Mary.
In the afternoon,
they climbed up Carmel Mountain. On the top, there was a wonderful view of
Barcelona, from where they could see the Sagrada Família and the sea at the
background. They chatted until dusk. When the sun set, in front of the lights
of Barcelona, they kissed for the first time and then, they could not stop:
they were over the moon!
The following day,
they met again. Everything was more fluent and it seemed as though they had
known each other for a long time. That day, they walked along the sea promenade
and, later, they had a swim.
Everything was very
beautiful; it looked like a romantic film. It was even a bit cheesy. And
basically, the rest of the week was like this: cheesy words, long kisses, warm
hugs… And she fell in love with him and with the city and he fell in love with
her as well.
And the last night
arrived. All he repeated was: “Stay here with me, please.” And that night,
after having dinner in an elegant restaurant, he invited her to his house.
There, they made love…
It had been a
beautiful week but, that bloody morning, her flight was going to take off to
Australia and she was going to go back home. However, when they got out of the
building to take a taxi, a car ran over Mary. She died in front of Joan. That
was the most awful experience he had ever lived. In just one week, he had
fallen in love with her, she had become his whole life and now she was lying
dead in his arms…
What an unfortunate
event and unpredictable. Oriol Lapeira 4thB
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