{"id":1676,"date":"2020-04-22T19:15:58","date_gmt":"2020-04-22T17:15:58","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/agora.xtec.cat\/cfajaumetuset\/?p=1676"},"modified":"2020-04-23T14:16:02","modified_gmt":"2020-04-23T12:16:02","slug":"aportacions-alumnes-sant-jordi","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/agora.xtec.cat\/cfajaumetuset\/portada\/aportacions-alumnes-sant-jordi\/","title":{"rendered":"Aportacions alumnes Sant Jordi"},"content":{"rendered":"

Ana Gabriela Vaca Saucedo Angl\u00e8s 2 Tarda.<\/strong><\/p>\n

LUCHA porque hay que luchar, porque est\u00e1s ante un combate.
\nLucha para cumplir tu destino sin pensar en ganancias ni beneficios, ni p\u00e9rdidas ni estrategias, ni victorias ni derrotas.
\nLucha, pero no s\u00f3lo trates de complacerte a ti mismo, sin cuestionamientos y AMA; Ama por el hecho de amar y nada m\u00e1s.
\nLucha por un amor que no debe a nadie, que no est\u00e1 obligado a nada, que se alegra simplemente por el hecho de existir y poder manifestarse.
\nLUCHA POR AMAR Y AMA POR LUCHAR.<\/p>\n

-Fragmentos adaptados del libro: Hippie de Paulo Coelho.<\/p>\n

IN ENGLISH.<\/p>\n

FIGHT because you have to fight, because you are in a combat.<\/p>\n

Fight to fulfil your destiny without thinking of gains or benefits, losses or strategies, victories or defeats.<\/p>\n

Fight, but don’t just try to please yourself, without questions and LOVE; love for the fact of loving and nothing else.<\/p>\n

Fight for a love that owes no one, that is not obligated to anything, that is happy simply because it exists and can manifest itself.<\/p>\n

STRUGGLE TO LOVE AND LOVE TO FIGHT.
\n\"\"<\/a>Nuria Escarr\u00e9 Angl\u00e8s 3 Vespre<\/strong><\/p>\n

I\u2019d like to recommend a book by Eloy Moreno. Its name is Invisible. It is a story of a child who wants to be invisible. It makes you think. It mixes reality with imagination. It shows the friendship of three teenagers who go to the high school.<\/p>\n

NEVER STOP DREAMING.
\nIn life, you always have to have dreams and illusions.<\/p>\n

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Joan Banyuls Angl\u00e8s 2 Mat\u00ed<\/strong><\/p>\n

One morning in 1945, a boy is accompanied by his father to a mysterious place hidden in the heart of Ciutat Vella: The Cemetery of Forgotten Books. Daniel Sempere finds a cursed book that changes the course of his life and drags him into a maze of intrigues and secrets buried in the dark soul of the city. The Shadow of the Wind is a literary mystery set in Barcelona in the first half of the 20th century, from the last splendor of Modernism to the darkness of the postwar period.<\/p>\n

Comparteixo el pr\u00f2leg del llibre L’ombra del vent d’en Carlos Ru\u00edz Zaf\u00f3n. Si no l’heu llegit, el recomano.<\/p>\n

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Teresa Bertran Angl\u00e8s 1 Mat\u00ed<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Francisco S\u00e1nchez Angl\u00e8s 2 Mat\u00ed<\/strong><\/p>\n

SOULS<\/u><\/p>\n

I let the blood flow through my veins, the veins of my body, an old body. I do the same with my energy and all the energy that wants to cross the limits of reality. I try to be like a rocket, launched into the light or into the darkness, because everything that is seen, it\u2019s touched. Because everything that smells, feels or can be tasted, means that it is real. But the things that we perceive in some other way are not real. Let the scientists come and do studies on this. They will continue studying the Universe and they will forget to study themselves.<\/p>\n

The real or the unreal is everything that we want to believe or our brain tells us it\u2019s true…I have all afternoon to understand… and years will pass and perhaps…The Moon will be closer to me and I will be able to take shelter of the burning Sun.<\/p>\n

Listening to my music, distorted guitars sound with a thundering voice. It makes me think and just rambling, but it’s really the one I feel. It’s not just me; my body vibrates and gets excited. He’s close to me, I feel his voice, his breath and I smell his bad breath and it’s just that in those times, people weren’t into drinking soda. Who knows where one comes from, we only know that we have been conceived and therefore, we are in this world. This world will not wake up and go on. Just like a sleeping lion, for the times of the times. I don’t know if he will wake up or if he will not, who knows.<\/p>\n

Namely.<\/p>\n

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Eldy Vaca Angl\u00e8s 2 Mat\u00ed<\/strong><\/p>\n

A\u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0 \u00a0DIFFERENT\u00a0 SANT\u00a0 JORDI<\/p>\n

The month of flowers<\/p>\n

It will not be like every year<\/p>\n

Now Sant Jordi will walk<\/p>\n

through deserted Streets<\/p>\n

but everything has a reason.<\/p>\n

Birds are seen flying under the blue Sky,<\/p>\n

and the smell of flowers with the cool breeze surrounds us.<\/p>\n

Some days nature cries<\/p>\n

and\u00a0 the rain falls from the Sky<\/p>\n

The drops are tears of sadness<\/p>\n

because children don\u2019t play in the parks<\/p>\n

This April 23 is a different Sant Jordi<\/p>\n

because he will come with a rose<\/p>\n

to save the princess from “Humanity” and<\/p>\n

with his sword he will destroy the dragon<\/p>\n

that frightened the entire world.<\/p>\n

And Spring will continue to flourish for many years.<\/p>\n

Lovers will walk holding handy,<\/p>\n

they\u00a0will kiss each other<\/p>\n

you\u00a0 will see golden fields<\/p>\n

like\u00a0 the rays of the Sun.<\/p>\n

“You never have to give up life smiles at you again.”<\/p>\n

E.V.A.<\/p>\n

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Elisabeth Mateos GES 1 Vespre<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Recomanaci\u00f3 de llibre:<\/p>\n

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M\u00aa \u00c1ngeles Figuerola GES 2 Vespre<\/strong><\/p>\n

La Ventana<\/strong>
\nEst\u00e1 lloviendo, me asomo a la ventana de mi peque\u00f1a habitaci\u00f3n y veo el reflejo de un rostro en el cristal que no reconozco. Me es familiar, tiene algo en sus ojos que me inspira confianza, s\u00e9 que nos hemos visto puede que hasta nos hayamos hablado alguna vez. Un ruido me distrae de mis pensamientos, me sobresalto, pero estoy tranquila, aunque s\u00e9 que esa tranquilidad acabar\u00e1 pronto en cuanto ella entre y me baje al sal\u00f3n. Entonces empezar\u00e1 mi verdadera pesadilla.
\nAqu\u00ed estoy sentada en un sill\u00f3n, esperando\u2026
\n\u00bfQu\u00e9 espero? No lo s\u00e9, s\u00f3lo s\u00e9 que ya ha empezado esa sensaci\u00f3n de desasosiego, que me invade, que me oprime la garganta y no me deja gritar. Tengo tanto miedo y no s\u00e9 a qui\u00e9n dec\u00edrselo\u2026
\nRostros, voces, gente que me besa, que me hablan y que esperan respuestas que no puedo darles. Es como empezar a girar y girar y no poder parar. Quiero que paren y no lo hacen, siguen hablando como si yo les conociera, como si yo les importara. Todo es tan confuso y complicado, tan complicado. Cierro los ojos y llamo a mi madre.
\n-Mam\u00e1, mam\u00e1 \u2013Entonces ella se acerca, me acaricia la mejilla y me canta, siento su arrullo y mis miedos desaparecen, me calmo. Oigo como grita mi hermano y ella se r\u00ede y me habla.
\n-Mar\u00eda sal que van a ir a jugar al rio \u2013Y yo sonr\u00edo y me siento, feliz, segura.
\n-Mar\u00eda, Mar\u00eda soy yo. Hoy es tu cumplea\u00f1os y estamos todos aqu\u00ed-
\n– \u00bfY mam\u00e1, tambi\u00e9n est\u00e1? \u2013
\n-No Mar\u00eda, mam\u00e1 hace mucho que nos dej\u00f3, pero est\u00e1n\u2026estamos todos.
\nNo recuerdo quienes son todos, ni lo que son para m\u00ed. Un desfile de caras y nombres desconocidos que me esfuerzo por reconocer, pero no puedo y es frustrante. Aunque a veces parece que algo asoma, un sonido, un olor familiar, pero no consigo llegar m\u00e1s all\u00e1, no puedo atravesar esa l\u00ednea que parece frenarme, que me limita y no me deja avanzar. Es como querer abrir una puerta que est\u00e1 bloqueada, empujas, empujas y parece que quiere ceder, pero nada, la golpeas pidiendo ayuda, esperando que alguien venga y te das cuenta que no conoces a nadie, que no puedes pedir ayuda cuando en tu mundo todos son extra\u00f1os.
\nAcaba la tarde risas, llantos, gritos, susurros, promesas y por fin las despedidas. Volver\u00e9 a la paz de mi habitaci\u00f3n, donde todo es familiar y todo tiene sentido, donde el rostro de la ventana me mira con ternura y no le importa sino la reconozco.<\/p>\n


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Cristina Benavent Angl\u00e8s 1 Tarda<\/strong><\/p>\n

By Saint George to Catalonia we celebrated ours saint.<\/p>\n

By Saint George a good book a rose and a kiss.<\/p>\n

Happy Saint George virtual.<\/p>\n

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Oh patro’ de Catalunya<\/p>\n

si vens porta’ns la vacuna<\/p>\n

qu’ens alliberi per sempre<\/p>\n

d’aquest virus maleit<\/p>\n

que fa dies qu’ens fa nosa.<\/p>\n

Vine a peu o amb montura,<\/p>\n

de matinada\u00a0 o de nit,<\/p>\n

pero’ acaba amb la tortura,<\/p>\n

que per culpa d’el COVID<\/p>\n

no tinguem llibre ni rosa<\/p>\n

i un San Jordi prou lluit.<\/p>\n

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Francesc Borras Angl\u00e8s 2 Tarda<\/strong><\/p>\n

Este escrito me lo hicieron mis hijos cuando cumpl\u00ed 65 a\u00f1os y me lleg\u00f3 la jubilaci\u00f3n.<\/p>\n

We are not going to write a biography of your whole life, because in a few lines there is no room for fifty years of your working life, you started very young selling olives and then your whole life working, so we keep the idea of a very hard-working father.<\/p>\n

Today it begins a new stage called retirement. Your objectives become others, we know that your work was a very important part, but we also know that you will seek other challenges as you have always done.<\/p>\n

We value your effort more than anyone, because you have taught us that things are achieved with effort.<\/p>\n

You have been an example to follow, now enjoy your well-deserved rest and enjoy it to the fullest.<\/p>\n

WE LOVE YOU.<\/p>\n

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Olga L\u00f3pez GES 1 i 2 Mat\u00ed<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Carmen Mart\u00ednez Inform\u00e0tica Inicial Tarda<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00abPOEMA\u00bb
\nMarta P\u00e9rez i Sierra
\nLa tassa de caf\u00e8
\nLa tassa de caf\u00e8 de bon mat\u00ed. Una
\nboca oberta al nou dia que respira.
\nLa cullereta que pren un clop i et
\ndesperta. La cigarreta que no far\u00e0s.
\nAquell noi amb camisa i corbata que
\nhas oblidat. La platja que sempre
\nansies.
\nArgument:
\nPerque el mati per mi es la millor hora del d\u00eda, m\u2019agrada llevarme i fer el cafeto miran al
\ncel, i am aquets dies senti els ocells com cantan.<\/p>\n

*Un cuento perfecto* de Elisabet Benavent
\n\u00bfQu\u00e9 sucede cuando descubres que el final de tu cuento no es como so\u00f1abas?
\n\u00c9rase una vez una mujer que lo ten\u00eda todo y un chico que no ten\u00eda nada.
\n\u00c9rase una vez una historia de amor entre el \u00e9xito y la duda.
\n\u00c9rase una vez un cuento perfecto.
\nEl\u00edsabet Benavent, @BetaCoqueta, regresa al panorama de la literatura con una novela que explora el
\nsignificado del \u00e9xito en la vida y reflexiona con iron\u00eda y humor acerca de las imposiciones sociales, la
\npresi\u00f3n del grupo y la autoexigencia que, aunque cueste creerlo, no es sin\u00f3nimo de felicidad.<\/p>\n

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Mercedes Uribe Inform\u00e0tica Inical Tarda<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Porque escogido este poema ?<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n

Me hacer sentir lo que siento en este momento en que lo me ha tocado vivir .<\/p>\n

Que la vida a que afrontarla d\u00eda a d\u00eda para supera todo esto que estamos pasando<\/p>\n

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Pepi S\u00e1nchez Angl\u00e8s 2 Mat\u00ed<\/strong><\/p>\n

Quisiera compartir unas palabras que me dijeron un d\u00eda en un momento bastante malo de mi vida y que desde entonces\u00a0 siempre me han servido:<\/p>\n

” You never know how strong you are, until being strong is the only option you have left.\u00a0 ”<\/p>\n

“Nunca sabes lo fuerte que eres, hasta que ser fuerte es la \u00fanica opci\u00f3n que te queda”.<\/p>\n

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Araceli Sede\u00f1o Angl\u00e8s 1 Mat\u00ed<\/strong><\/p>\n

Soneto amoroso definiendo el amor<\/b><\/p>\n\n\n\n
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Es\u00a0hielo\u00a0abrasador,\u00a0es\u00a0fuego\u00a0helado,
\nes\u00a0herida\u00a0que\u00a0duele\u00a0y\u00a0no\u00a0se\u00a0siente,
\nes\u00a0un\u00a0so\u00f1ado\u00a0bien,\u00a0un\u00a0mal\u00a0presente,
\nes\u00a0un\u00a0breve\u00a0descanso\u00a0muy\u00a0cansado.<\/p>\n

Es\u00a0un\u00a0descuido\u00a0que\u00a0nos\u00a0da\u00a0cuidado,
\nun\u00a0cobarde,\u00a0con\u00a0nombre\u00a0de\u00a0valiente,
\nun\u00a0andar\u00a0solitario\u00a0entre\u00a0la\u00a0gente,
\nun\u00a0amar\u00a0solamente\u00a0ser\u00a0amado.<\/p>\n

Es\u00a0una\u00a0libertad\u00a0encarcelada,
\nque\u00a0dura\u00a0hasta\u00a0el\u00a0postrero\u00a0parasismo;
\nenfermedad\u00a0que\u00a0crece\u00a0si\u00a0es\u00a0curada.<\/p>\n

Este\u00a0es\u00a0el\u00a0ni\u00f1o\u00a0Amor,\u00a0\u00e9ste\u00a0es\u00a0su\u00a0abismo.
\n\u00a1Mirad\u00a0cu\u00e1l\u00a0amistad\u00a0tendr\u00e1\u00a0con\u00a0nada
\nel\u00a0que\u00a0en\u00a0todo\u00a0es\u00a0contrario\u00a0a\u00a0s\u00ed\u00a0mismo!<\/td>\n<\/tr>\n<\/tbody>\n<\/table>\n

V\u00eddeo de Mecano Una rosa es una rosa (Fes clic a l’enlla\u00e7) Araceli Sede\u00f1o Angl\u00e8s 1M<\/a><\/p>\n

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Ana Gabriela Vaca Saucedo Angl\u00e8s 2 Tarda.
\nLUCHA porque hay que luchar, porque est\u00e1s ante un combate.
\nLucha para cumplir tu destino sin pensar en ganancias ni beneficios, ni p\u00e9rdidas ni estrategias, ni victorias ni derrotas.
\nLucha, pero no s\u00f3lo trates de complacerte a ti mismo, sin cuestionamientos… Llegeix m\u00e9s\u00bb<\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_bbp_topic_count":0,"_bbp_reply_count":0,"_bbp_total_topic_count":0,"_bbp_total_reply_count":0,"_bbp_voice_count":0,"_bbp_anonymous_reply_count":0,"_bbp_topic_count_hidden":0,"_bbp_reply_count_hidden":0,"_bbp_forum_subforum_count":0,"footnotes":""},"categories":[29],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1676","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-portada"],"post_mailing_queue_ids":[],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/agora.xtec.cat\/cfajaumetuset\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1676","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/agora.xtec.cat\/cfajaumetuset\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/agora.xtec.cat\/cfajaumetuset\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/agora.xtec.cat\/cfajaumetuset\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/agora.xtec.cat\/cfajaumetuset\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1676"}],"version-history":[{"count":3,"href":"https:\/\/agora.xtec.cat\/cfajaumetuset\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1676\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1709,"href":"https:\/\/agora.xtec.cat\/cfajaumetuset\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1676\/revisions\/1709"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/agora.xtec.cat\/cfajaumetuset\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1676"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/agora.xtec.cat\/cfajaumetuset\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1676"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/agora.xtec.cat\/cfajaumetuset\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1676"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}