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Premios en lengua castellana:<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n Relatos: Franshesca Jorge (2\u00ba Bach. E) y Leire Vera x Laura ( 2\u00ba ESO D).<\/p>\n\n\n\n Poes\u00eda: Iv\u00e1n Gonz\u00e1lez (2\u00ba Bach. E) y Ane Cedr\u00f3n ( 1\u00ba ESO A).<\/p>\n\n\n\n Fotograf\u00eda: Juan Salinas ((2\u00ba Bach. G) y Aitana Ben\u00edtez ( 1\u00ba ESO A).<\/p>\n\n\n\n Ganadoras en ingl\u00e9s<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n ESO:<\/p>\n\n\n\n Narraci\u00f3n: 2\u00ba C de la ESO: Dzhanay Yusufova (2\u00ba C). <\/p>\n\n\n\n Texto Argumentativo: Aitana Ben\u00edtez Ortigosa (1\u00ba ).<\/p>\n\n\n\n Bachillerato:<\/p>\n\n\n\n Narraci\u00f3n: Leah Igbolomi Arrieta (1\u00ba F).<\/p>\n\n\n\n Texto Argumentativo: Maryem Zouaouine (1\u00ba E).<\/p>\n\n\n\n Ganadoras en franc\u00e9s:<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n Fadowa Cherkaoui Ettouhami (1\u00baBto F).<\/p>\n\n\n\n Isabel de la Rubia Manrique (1\u00ba Bto E).<\/p>\n\n\n\n Jihane Tagant (4\u00ba ESO A).<\/p>\n\n\n\n Omaima Amamou Laamouri (2\u00ba Bto C).<\/p>\n\n\n\n Mi querido marinero:<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n Una profunda pena oscurece hasta las venas m\u00e1s rec\u00f3nditas de mi alma al pensar en ti. Hace muchas lunas, cuando el mundo era m\u00e1s joven, el mar me cont\u00f3 que estabas en la \u00faltima estrella del universo, una que no tiene nombre. Me dijo que alli hab\u00eda una playa de cristal, donde la arena parece nieve y cada grano es un sue\u00f1o roto.<\/p>\n\n\n\n A pesar de que ha pasado tanto tiempo, cada atardecer, cuando el cielo se ti\u00f1e de fuego y las estrellas empiezan a nacer anunciando la nost\u00e1lgica oseuridad, las gaviotas me preguntan por ti y las olas del mar susurran tu nombre. Cuando las l\u00e1grimas caen por mis mejillas como \u00e1ngeles destrozados, las caracolas me recitan poemas que alg\u00fan d\u00eda me escribiste y el viento canta todas las melod\u00edas que se perdieron despu\u00e9s de tantas noches.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Cada minuto, cada instante, extra\u00f1o tus caricias y sue\u00f1o con el d\u00eda en que un velero blanco se acerque dibujando estelas en el agua. Mi coraz\u00f3n contin\u00faa quem\u00e1ndose por el fuego de nuestro romance.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Todav\u00eda hay potentes llamas que crean un incendio tan fuerte que hace ver los infiernos como solo una cerilla. S\u00e9 que a\u00fan me amas; las noches de luna llena escucho tus llantos desgarrando los recuerdos que las palmeras cobijan bajo sus hojas. Oigo c\u00f3mo me llamas tantas veces que la aurora responde por mi y el sol llora de pena. Todav\u00eda le hablo a los peces de ti, trazando tu rostro en el agua y sacando viejas memorias de un caj\u00f3n olvidado. Recuerdo que cuando nos mir\u00e1bamos a los ojos, congelando el tiempo como si fuera el alma de un cruel tirano, ambos nos perd\u00edamos en un laberinto de poemas y rosas.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Los p\u00e1jaros sienten l\u00e1stima por mi, lloran cada ma\u00f1ana y me gritan que te olvide, que espere a otro desafortunado hombre que se pierda en una violenta tormenta. Sin embargo, no eres solo un hombre, eres un marinero enamorado que destroz\u00f3 mi coraz\u00f3n y una isla con su marcha. Alg\u00fan d\u00eda esta playa desaparecer\u00e1, el mar se secar\u00e1, el sol en mil pedazos se romper\u00e1 y mi alma se marchitar\u00e1. Ojal\u00e1 vuelvas a naufragar y regreses a esta isla antes de que los sue\u00f1os que nos atrevimos a imaginar hace tantos abriles se rompan. Ojal\u00e1 esta luna fuera de miel y no de piedra. Ojal\u00e1 vuelvas a abrazarme mientras me pintas de azul, de verde, de rojo\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n Te he esperado demasiado tiempo tendida en la arena, acompa\u00f1ada \u00fanicamente por la soledad y rogando al viento que traiga de nuevo tu velero blanco a estas orillas. S\u00e9 que tambi\u00e9n me escuchas cantar al alba, s\u00e9 que tambi\u00e9n me ves en tus sue\u00f1os y que sigues dese\u00e1ndome con la misma fuerza que hace tantos a\u00f1os. Aunque somos seres diferentes y nuestro amor parece imposible, te esperar\u00e9. Voy a esperarte hasta el final de los tiempos, cuando la noche deje de existir y todos los p\u00e1jaros del mundo queden mudos. Esta playa es nuestra y lo ser\u00e1 hasta que el sol se pague. Ahora entonces, me despido; nos vemos en el pr\u00f3ximo sue\u00f1o.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Tuya hasta el infinito: FRANSHESCA JORGE<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n Una historia de superaci\u00f3n<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n Hola, hoy estoy aqu\u00ed para contaros una historia de mi familia. Recuerdo que mi madre me cont\u00f3 que esto llevaba generaciones yendo de boca en boca y que en alg\u00fan momento llegar\u00eda mi turno de pasar la historia. Yo siempre he sido de escribir mucho, me gusta tenerlo todo guardado en un sitio que no sea mi mente por si alg\u00fan d\u00eda perdiese la memoria. <\/p>\n\n\n\n Esa es la raz\u00f3n por la que la escribo aqu\u00ed, es una de las cosas que m\u00e1s me aterran en todo el mundo. Bueno, empezamos:<\/p>\n\n\n\n Hab\u00eda una vez una persona, normal, se despertaba, iba a trabajar, volv\u00eda, sacaba a pasear a su perro, hac\u00eda la cena, ve\u00eda su programa favorito y se iba a dormir. Todos los d\u00edas segu\u00eda la misma rutina. Sus compa\u00f1eros de trabajo lo califican como aburrido, amargado y solitario, pero a \u00e9l no le importaba \u00e9l solo quer\u00eda que su vida transcurriese hasta que llegase el momento de su muerte. Este hombre no ten\u00eda familia pero s\u00ed amigos; su amigo Soco (que era su perro) y Labo que era su amigo, este viv\u00eda a unas manzanas de la casa del hombre. La raz\u00f3n por la que no digo nombre es porque nunca se supo su identidad, nadie sab\u00eda c\u00f3mo se llamaba, \u00e9l solo era persona. La raz\u00f3n de esto es verdaderamente rara…. El hombre se enamor\u00f3, se enamor\u00f3 de una mujer que pasaba en algunas ocasiones por el pueblo. La se\u00f1ora v vend\u00eda bizcochos caseros para poder mantenerse y siempre pasaba por la casa del hombre a dejarle algunos gratis ya que siempre lo veia triste. El se\u00f1or termin\u00f3 enamor\u00e1ndose, hab\u00edan pasado ya 15 a\u00f1os desde la muerte de su esposa, hijos y padres, as\u00ed que decidi\u00f3 darse el gusto de enamorarse. Un d\u00eda se arm\u00f3 de valor y le dijo a la se\u00f1ora lo que sent\u00eda, al final result\u00f3 que la se\u00f1ora tambi\u00e9n estaba enamorada de \u00e9l. Tiempo despu\u00e9s decidieron mudarse juntos a un pueblo diferente, con gente diferente y un paisaje diferente. Esto le hacia much\u00edsima ilusi\u00f3n al hombre porque significaba que iba a poder empezar su vida de nuevo. Juntos montaron un negocio de deliciosos pasteles, a todo el mundo le encantaban. Pronto consiguieron la cantidad suficiente como para hacer una boda humilde. Se casaron a los 65 a\u00f1os y aunque hubo gente a la que no le pareci\u00f3 bien no les import\u00f3 porque su amor era demasiado grande. La verdad es que esta historia es algo rara pero su final es rom\u00e1ntico y s\u00faper inspirador, dej\u00e1ndonos el mensaje de que todo se puede superar. LEYRE VERA<\/strong> <\/p>\n\n\n\n <\/p>\n\n\n\n PRESO<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n Como un cazador furtivo,<\/p>\n\n\n\n como si fuera un ladr\u00f3n<\/p>\n\n\n\n me acerqu\u00e9 en la noche oscura, <\/p>\n\n\n\n y me asom\u00e9 en tu balc\u00f3n.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Yo no quer\u00eda robar<\/p>\n\n\n\n que yo no soy un fel\u00f3n<\/p>\n\n\n\n solo quer\u00eda ver de cerca<\/p>\n\n\n\n como es tu coraz\u00f3n<\/p>\n\n\n\n Vi un coraz\u00f3n tierno y puro<\/p>\n\n\n\n bajo un pecho seductor<\/p>\n\n\n\n palpitando a los acordes<\/p>\n\n\n\n del fuego de la pasi\u00f3n.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Prendido qued\u00e9 en las redes <\/p>\n\n\n\n sutiles de tu candor<\/p>\n\n\n\n seducido por tu embrujo,<\/p>\n\n\n\n por tu aroma embriagador.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Y desde entonces soy preso <\/p>\n\n\n\n en una c\u00e1rcel de amor.<\/p>\n\n\n\n No quiero salir de ella<\/p>\n\n\n\n porque no hay sitio mejor.<\/p>\n\n\n\n IV\u00c1N GONZ\u00c1LEZ<\/strong> <\/p>\n\n\n\n SENTIMIENTOS DE PRIMAVERA<\/em><\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n S\u00e9 como eres,<\/p>\n\n\n\n s\u00e9 como te sientes,<\/p>\n\n\n\n no te dejes romper,<\/p>\n\n\n\n tienes mucho que perder.<\/p>\n\n\n\n La vida vuela, <\/p>\n\n\n\n disfr\u00fatala mientras puedas.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u00c1mala, qui\u00e9rela<\/p>\n\n\n\n y d\u00e9jate llevar.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Solo cuando te sientes mal<\/p>\n\n\n\n tu flor interna se va marchitando<\/p>\n\n\n\n y el dolor y odio florecen.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Ama para sentirte bien,<\/p>\n\n\n\n ama para sentirte lleno,<\/p>\n\n\n\n deja que el viento remueva el mar<\/p>\n\n\n\n y filtre en ti una mezcla de emociones.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Porque cuando uno ama, siente<\/p>\n\n\n\n cuando uno ama, lo vive<\/p>\n\n\n\n cuando una ama, vuela.<\/p>\n\n\n\n ANE CEDR\u00d3N<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n <\/p>\n\n\n\n We Found Love<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n I thought that love hurt, because I was raised that way. I\u2019ve never had a piece of attention nor any type of affection during my childhood. I don\u2019t know anything about my mom. My dad used to tell me that she left us when I was young. After all of this my dad had a girlfriend, and they were always fighting and arguing. It was scary, because sometimes they could get violent and the situation would get worse. A cold smile is the only thing I remember from me going back then, crying every day and every night, for nothing. -\u201cI’d rather die\u201d, I said to myself, but then, I didn\u2019t expect that 3 words would change my entire life. The next morning, 12th February, 2:02 am, my father died of a heart attack. His nerves didn\u2019t support the everyday situation in our lives. He was anxious, and didn\u2019t ask for help. And then I realized that he was holding everything on his own, only because he was protecting me. He knew that since my mom left us, I wasn’t happy anymore. He never showed love because he was scared of losing me, and he really wanted to see me happy in all ways. I felt bad that I couldn\u2019t show him my happiness because it rarely happens , but now it was too late. The woman that was with him left me, just as my mom did, so I started to live with my aunt. When I thought that nothing could get worse, I started to study at another high school that was near my aunt\u2019s house, with brand new people, new teachers, and definitely a new aura, but\u2026 It wasn\u2019t that bad when I met her. Cute, tall and charismatic, always smiling and showing that happiness, she was the perfect girl that everybody wanted. Yeah, that ‘s Lisa, my comfort place and kind of like a mother for me. When I first met her, I didn’t expect for the first time I would feel what love\u2019s like. I was hopeless until she entered my heart. I remember the first week of school, I was sitting on the back of the class and she was at the front, as always. I was trying so bad to talk with her, I couldn\u2019t get my eyes off of Lisa, when suddenly, a nice and soft voice reached my ears. -\u201dHey! I saw you the other day, you\u2019re the new student, right? I\u2019m Lisa, nice to meet you. Is it okay with you if we become friends? I\u2019ll ask the teacher if you can sit next to me tomorrow\u201d.- Oh my, this was really happening to me?… So that\u2019s how it kinda started. Time goes so fast. In 2 months we became the closest, she was my happiness, I felt safe with her. Did I\u2026 just do it? Did I finally find my happiness? She was everything I wanted, and I was really sad that my dad wasn\u2019t next to me this time. I miss him. So one day, I texted Lisa to hang out with me in a really beautiful forest I always wanted to show her. It was a forest with a big wide path near our house. I could literally walk with her for hours without sharing a single word, just appreciating the view and her presence. We were enjoying our afternoon when suddenly, she stopped walking. That got me upset, and before I said something to her, she said -\u00abI’ve always wanted to say this to you \u2026 Thank you\u2026\u00bb- An honest smile and crystal eyes appeared on her face, I was shaking, I could see on her face she was about to cry -\u00ab… For not leaving me alone\u00bb- she ended. I didn’t say anything. I ran to her and I hugged her as strongly as I could. I kissed her on her forehead, I grabbed her hand and took her to a place. An important and significant place for me. I took her to the graveyard. She looked confused, what was normal. Why would I want to take her to such a place? Because the most important and the only person that loved me in my whole life was there. We went to my dad’s grave. She understood everything and tears came out of her eyes. <\/p>\n\n\n\n \u00abDad, I did it\u2026 We found love\u00bb-. I said while I was holding her hand. \u00ab- Maybe you’re not here standing next to me witnessing this moment, but you’ll always be part of us. I’m sorry I didn’t say this to you so often, but someday I’ll really want to tell you\u2026 I love you.\u00bb-<\/p>\n\n\n\n Dzhanay Yusufova<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n Things you must know about love<\/strong><\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n Do you know that feeling? Yes, that one that makes you cry, makes you happy, makes you angry, makes you scared, makes you insecure\u2026 That one that can break your heart. That one that sometimes we love and others we hate. Not all the people know how it is, how it feels.<\/p>\n\n\n\n There are many types of it, but all of them are lovely: most people think that love must be between two people but\u2026 We also love our family, our friends, our objects, our body\u2026 and it\u2019s also love. <\/p>\n\n\n\n Love can also be classified: by the people that fall in love by the physic and by the people that fall in love by the feeling that produces that person. The second is true love.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Another part of love is the things that we do because of it. We do crazy, silly, and dangerous things. In some cases, it is funny to do it, but in others it isn\u2019t.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Talking about love between a couple, sometimes is difficult to understand each other. It\u2019s difficult to know the position of the other person and know what is better.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Nowadays, teenagers think that if they meet a person that is good-looking, is the love of his\/her life.<\/p>\n\n\n\n I think that people must know that even if a person is physically cool first you must meet him\/her to know really how it is inside because if not, it\u2019s like if you are meeting with a stranger.<\/p>\n\n\n\n In other cases, like the love we show to our family, it\u2019s a different love. We respect our parents because thanks to them we are alive, but we don\u2019t want to marry them. For this reason, love can be shown in lots of situations. <\/p>\n\n\n\n These are the most important things you have to know about love, but remember, love is a universe in which things can change in a moment.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Aitana Ben\u00edtez Ortigosa<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n A\u2019s story<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n The day she left him was February 14th. Ironic, right? It had to be done though. B had never laid a hand on A, and that\u2019s a fact, but he would hurt her with his words and manipulate her in ways no one around them could ever imagine. You may ask yourself why she hadn\u2019t left him before\u2026 It was because the painful words he said were stuck in her head, especially this frase: \u201cwithout me you\u2019re worthless\u201d which is the one he would say more frequently, and caused her to be anxious, so she stayed. Therefore, it\u2019s safe to say that it took her a lot of courage to leave him.<\/p>\n\n\n\n On the bright side, when she broke up with him, he wasn’t a prick about it, he accepted it and didn\u2019t comment on it. On that same day, she left the house that they were living in and moved to her best friend’s apartment, C. A was relieved that the relationship had ended, but she was distraught about everything, so C took care of her while she was down. Even though A was upset, A and C had been friends since they were in secondary school, so they enjoyed each other’s company, which lifted up her mood on many occasions. They would stay up late watching movies, go to the library, bake and cook, work out together\u2026 Thanks to this, little by little, A healed.<\/p>\n\n\n\n The two best friends who had been living under the same roof for a couple of months now were having a blast, but things were changing, because C started falling in love with A and she didn\u2019t know what to do. She started acting weird with A; she went to bed early, stopped doing the activities that they usually did together\u2026 Obviously, A noticed her odd behaviour and after a couple of days, confronted her about it.<\/p>\n\n\n\n C was about to expose herself and tell A how she actually felt. What would she think though? Would it work out? Would she mind dating her companion? If so, would she even date someone of her same sex? They were bosom buddies and she didn’t want to mess their relationship up. So, she came up with a lame excuse and despite A not believing her, she let her be, thinking she needed a bit of space. <\/p>\n\n\n\n A couple of months more went by, and C was still in love with A, but she stopped acting so weird and resumed their friendship without saying a word about the subject. It was Christmas after all, and they were celebrating it with some of their friends, who went to C\u2019s apartment to spend the holidays. At this point in time, their friends knew about C\u2019s love for A and convinced her to express her feelings to A. <\/p>\n\n\n\n It happened on Christmas Eve; C grabbed A\u2019s hand and finally confessed her love towards her, A smiled and gently kissed her on the lips. She had been waiting for this moment for a long time.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Maryem Zouaouine<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n Could we ever have a complete definition of Love? <\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n What is love? This is a question that we have been trying for centuries to find its answer. By giving a definition of it, thousands can be given, and any of them probably would touch us deep inside. For sure, science has its rule in love. For instance, chemistrie and especially, psychology are very important when it comes to talking about love. On the other hand, there are so many types of love such as love of friends, love of parents for children or vice versa, passionate love\u2026 <\/p>\n\n\n\n In point of fact, it is not very difficult to talk about love and explain what it is from those perspectives. However, it is really complicated to create or give a complete and universal definition of love, no matter the words, experiences, ways we try to explain it, we will always have the feeling of dissatisfaction about what we said, we know that is incomplete. Could we ever have a complete definition of Love? <\/p>\n\n\n\n Well, why don\u2019t we pretend for a moment that we will never have it, and that perfection doesn’t exist. If we do that, then everyone would have its own definition of love, based on our way of thinking and the experiences that we had throughout our lives. <\/p>\n\n\n\n It\u2019s time to ask myself, what does love mean to me? <\/p>\n\n\n\n As I wrote earlier, there are so many types of love and I would like to talk about them all, but instead of doing that, I can relate all of them to one thing they have in common. This thing is Peace. I believe that the concept of love and peace are so related, I can not mention the word \u2018love\u2019 without thinking in peace. To show that, children and babies find peace when they are with their parents, and the same happens with the parents, who are happy and relaxed when their children are around them. Both, parents and children feel safe around each other, by knowing that they are safe, they certainly feel peace. Likewise, by having self-love, we can accept ourselves so that can lead us to internal peace. Aside from those and others which I haven\u2019t mention, there is one in particural, that can bring two different things to the world, terror or peace, is the love to humanity. The love for others. When you see someone in a bad situation for example, and you don\u2019t even know them, you won’t be okay until you talk to them and\/or figure out what is going on with them then you try to help them. Equally, when you see someone happy and that reflects positively on you subconsciously. Is also when you wish all the best to humanity and try to fix things in this world to make it a better place for them. <\/p>\n\n\n\n We can predict that the politicians for instance, have suffered an absence of love in their life. If there was a bit of love, I think that they would not rob the peace from the hearts of humans, they wouldnt create wars and terror in this earth. If they had, that wouldn’t be true love. <\/p>\n\n\n\n In conclusion, perfection is not a characteristic of the human being himself, but this being lives \u201cperfecting\u201d everything. So it seems to me that this enhancement has no end, then I can say that we will never be satisfied with a given universal definition of love. Humans are very similar and different at the same time. As far as I know, love undoubtedly brings peace to my heart, if not, then I wouldn’t believe that what I am in is love. <\/p>\n\n\n\n Soumaya Euldji<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n Cher meilleur ami\u2026<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n Je me souviens parfaitement quand je t\u2019ai vu pour la premi\u00e8re fois ; je lisais mon livre dans le jardin quand tu es sorti avec ton skateboard et quand tu es revenu l\u2019apr\u00e8s-midi tu m\u2019as trouv\u00e9 encore en train de lire et tu m\u2019as demand\u00e9 : \u00ab Tu lis encore ? \u00bb, \u00e0 quoi j\u2019ai r\u00e9pondu \u00ab oui \u00bb et puis tu es rentr\u00e9 chez toi.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Je n\u2019aurais jamais imagin\u00e9 que l\u2019\u00e9trange gar\u00e7on qui vivait en face de moi serait dans le m\u00eame lyc\u00e9e, et ce qui m\u2019a le plus surpris, c\u2019est qu\u2019apparemment tu n\u2019avais aucun int\u00e9r\u00eat \u00e0 communiquer avec les autres camarades de classe \u00e0 cause de ton expression, on pourrait dire qu\u2019ils t\u2019ennuyaient. Je me souviens que tu m\u2019avais dit que c\u2019\u00e9tait parce que tout le monde ne se montrait pas juste comme il \u00e9tait vraiment pour impressionner les autres.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Et la premi\u00e8re fois qu\u2019on s\u2019est rencontr\u00e9 c\u2019\u00e9tait pour faire ce qui serait le projet le plus diff\u00e9rent de toute la classe, tu m\u2019as convaincu de parler de l\u2019influence que la soci\u00e9t\u00e9 a sur nous, le plus surprenant c\u2019est que l\u2019on a fait du th\u00e9\u00e2tre au lieu d\u2019une pr\u00e9sentation et gr\u00e2ce \u00e0 ton id\u00e9e, nous avons obtenu un tr\u00e8s bon r\u00e9sultat.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Avant de te rencontrer, je ne connaissais pas le vrai sens de l\u2019amiti\u00e9 jusqu\u2019\u00e0 ce que tu me montres que peu importe ce que les autres disent, tu \u00e9tais \u00e0 mes c\u00f4t\u00e9s quand j\u2019\u00e9tais triste que mes soi-disant \u00ab petites-amies \u00bb ne m\u2019ont pas inclus dans leurs loisirs, c\u2019est l\u00e0 que tu m\u2019as dit de m\u2019\u00e9loigner des gens qui ne m\u2019appr\u00e9ciaient pas, je me souviens que le m\u00eame jour que nous sommes all\u00e9s voir un film dr\u00f4le pour me remonter le moral, tu m\u2019appris \u00e0 mettre des limites aux autres et surtout tu m\u2019as emmen\u00e9 hors de ma zone de s\u00e9curit\u00e9. <\/p>\n\n\n\n Fadowa Cherkaoui Ettouhami<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n Lettre d\u2019adieu \u00e0 mon grand-p\u00e8re<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n Je ne sais pas comment je devrais commencer cette lettre, peut-\u00eatre avec un \u00ab bonjour \u00bb ou un \u00ab tu me manques \u00bb, peut-\u00eatre je ne sais pas comment commencer parce que je ne veux pas assumer que tu n\u2019es plus ici. Je ne vais plus manger des litres de piquant tous les dimanches chez toi, tu ne vas plus me donner d\u2019argent de poche et tu ne vas plus r\u00e9unir toute la famille autour d\u2019une table.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Quand je pense \u00e0 toi, tant d\u2019\u00e9motions me viennent \u00e0 l\u2019esprit que m\u00eame si je r\u00e9\u00e9crivais 20 fois la m\u00eame phrase, je ne pourrais pas la dire avec des mots tout ce que tu as \u00e9t\u00e9 pour moi, je voudrais te dire tant de choses\u2026<\/p>\n\n\n\n Tu es parti il y a un an, et je suis encore en col\u00e8re avec la fa\u00e7on dont tu nous as laiss\u00e9s, ne pas avoir pu te dire au revoir va \u00eatre quelque chose que je n\u2019oublierai jamais, probablement, c\u2019est pour \u00e7a que j\u2019ai besoin de t\u2019\u00e9crire.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Avec tout ce qui t\u2019est arriv\u00e9 dans la vie, tu ne t\u2019es jamais plaint, et j\u2019aurais aim\u00e9 savoir que tu le faisais surtout pour nous laisser prendre soin de toi. C’est dur de r\u00e9aliser avant qu\u2019un jour tu n\u2019allais plus \u00eatre ici, de la difficult\u00e9 de voir une chaise vide \u00e0 No\u00ebl ou de devoir vider les placards d\u2019une maison o\u00f9 tu as cr\u00e9\u00e9 une vie, une maison qui sent \u00e0 toi.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Mon c\u0153ur se brisait chaque fois que je t\u2019\u00e9coutais dire que c\u2019\u00e9tait peut-\u00eatre mieux si tu n\u2019\u00e9tais pas l\u00e0, alors que c’est toi qui maintenait tout le monde ensemble. <\/p>\n\n\n\n J\u2019ai peur que le temps passe et t’oublier, oublier ton odeur, tes mains et ta voix. Je sais que j\u2019oublierai probablement beaucoup de choses et \u00e7a te semblera peut-\u00eatre absurde, mais \u00e7a me rassure de te trouver dans le quotidien, comme, chaque fois que je mange de la soupe je me souviens de toi.<\/p>\n\n\n\n M\u00eame si tu me vois pleurer pendant que j\u2019\u00e9cris ceci, je ne suis pas triste, bien au contraire, rien ne me remplit de joie que de savoir que je t\u2019ai eu.<\/p>\n\n\n\n J\u2019aimerais que les gens comme toi soient \u00e9ternels, ta petite fille qui t\u2019aime toujours.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Isabel de la Rubia Manrique<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n C\u2019est quoi l\u2019amour ?<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n L\u2019amour c\u2019est ce petit quelque chose en plus qui se produit quand tu es avec une certaine personne et qui n\u2019arrive pas quand tu es avec les autres. Mais d\u00e9finir l\u2019amour pr\u00e9cis\u00e9ment est d\u00e9licat, parce que c\u2019est un sentiment unique entre deux ou plusieurs personnes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Conna\u00eetre l\u2019amour pour la premi\u00e8re fois peut \u00eatre destabilisant ; en fait, tu as l\u2019impression de ne plus rien contr\u00f4ler, de perdre la t\u00eate. Cela en m\u00eame temps te fait ressentir toute une gamme de sentiments intenses, de la joie ou du bonheur et en m\u00eame temps de la peur et de la tristesse. Tu d\u00e9couvres de la fantaisie, tu vois de la po\u00e9sie l\u00e0 o\u00f9 tu n\u2019en voyais pas avant.<\/p>\n\n\n\n On a deux types d\u2019amour : le coup de foudre et l\u2019amour \u00e0 long terme.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Le coup de foudre, c\u2019est l\u2019amour au premier regard. Cet amour peut \u00e9voluer en relation profonde et durable, et aussi il peut s\u2019arr\u00eater d\u00e8s que l\u2019on se conna\u00eet mieux, car l\u2019autre ne semble plus int\u00e9ressant apr\u00e8s quelque temps, comme s\u2019ils avaient \u00e9t\u00e9 amoureux d\u2019une image que la r\u00e9alit\u00e9 d\u00e9truit au bout d\u2019un moment.<\/p>\n\n\n\n L\u2019amour \u00e0 long terme c\u2019est de demander une relation \u00e0 plus longue dur\u00e9e. \u00c7a peut commencer par un coup de foudre, mais pas forc\u00e9ment. Le temps est essentiel \u00e0 l\u2019amour. Une relation amoureuse a plus de chances de durer dans le temps quand les deux partenaires se sentent bien ensemble et partagent des activit\u00e9s communes. Dans tous les cas, il se transforme et \u00e9volue en cours de route<\/p>\n\n\n\n Jihane Tagant<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n L\u2019amour, c\u2019est quoi ?<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n Les psychologues disent que nous choisissons \u00e9motionnellement, puis nous justifions nos d\u00e9cisions avec notre partie rationnelle. Mais je crois qu\u2019il y a des choses que nous faisons sans pouvoir jamais donner une raison pour laquelle nous les faisons de cette fa\u00e7on.<\/p>\n\n\n\n \u00c7a m\u2019arrive avec l\u2019amour, c\u2019est comme \u00e7a et je pense qu\u2019on ne saura jamais pourquoi. Parce qu\u2019il est ambigu\u00eb, contradictoire et il se pr\u00e9sente \u00e0 nous chaque jour d\u2019une mani\u00e8re diff\u00e9rente et, il y a des jours o\u00f9 nous ne le reconnaissons m\u00eame pas. Ma th\u00e9orie est que nous naissons avec une quantit\u00e9 d\u2019amour et nous l’investissons dans des choses diff\u00e9rentes, mais uniques, et les seules qui, apr\u00e8s tout, valent la peine dans la vie. Il y a ceux qui d\u00e9posent leur amour en quelqu\u2019un, il y a ceux qui consacrent tout \u00e0 se battre pour l\u2019environnement, ceux qui laissent chaque goutte de sueur dans leur m\u00e9tier et ceux qui, comme moi, ont leur amour errant partout et en m\u00eame temps nulle part, l\u00e0 il y a des jours qu\u2019il est l\u00e0 et on le voit, et d\u2019autres, qu\u2019il est encore l\u00e0, mais il n\u2019est pas si facile \u00e0 distinguer.<\/p>\n\n\n\n En fait, c\u2019est \u00e7a, la beaut\u00e9 de l\u2019amour, peu importe combien on en \u00e9crit ou combien de si\u00e8cles il nous faut pour le d\u00e9finir, au bout du chemin je continuerai \u00e0 penser, \u00ab l\u2019amour, c\u2019est quoi \u00e7a ? \u00bb Et c\u2019est peut-\u00eatre ce qui le rend si attrayant.<\/p>\n\n\n\n Omaima Amamou Laamouri<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n Relato, poes\u00eda y fotograf\u00eda. 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