BUTTERFLY EFFECTI’m a child. My heart is very frail but my body is an iron helmet. I can hear the bullets. However, they will not hurt me when I cross the street; No one is waiting for me on the other side. -Now!I am alive for another day.

Yolanda Glez NI1B

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Love is overIt was a very cold morning in January, and there weren’t many people at the city. At last, they met at the station. It was her greatest desire, but standing a metre from him, she realized they wouldn’t take that train together. She no longer loved him.

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I wake up. I feel your little face really close to me.

My body is so heavy, but I find the way to open my eyes.

I don´t know where I am, and this place looks so lonely.

But, I can see now. You are holding someone´s hand.

Mine.

Name: Alba Rodríguez NúñezGrade: English I1

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When my son was a child, I told him a tale at bedtime. I invented a new short story every night.One day he told me: ‘I know that your incredible yarns have never happened, but I think that they are true because they are alive in our heads’.

José Ramón Hernández López.

English.Int.1A.

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She doesn't seem interested in him. However, he doesn't stop looking at her. None of them knows she is English and he is Spanish. How can they meet each other and begin a conversation? It isn't an obstacle, because while you have been reading, she has already smiled at him.

Emilio Glez. Mesa English N1A

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And the World stopped for a moment. Just you and me in the Theater of Life. Our eyes met, we stared at each other and, in a second, I knew that nothing would be as before. Life smells of eternity and eternal my love’s for you. Welcome to life, Son.

Carmen Gloria Martín Marrero. Nivel Intermedio I-SP

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I'm sad, angry, disappointed.War, famine, rampant consumerism.The blame: LYING.I promise not to lie anymore.A voice woke me up, my five-year-old daughter told me:"Dad I‘ve lost a tooth "......... and with heavy heart, I said:"I think a mouse will pay you a visit tonight.”

Paul Víctor AlbuoyIntermedio I SP

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All men in the world used to talk the same language. They felt strong and wanted to build a tower so high that arrived to Heaven. God punished the imprudence creating many different languages. Since then, men don’t understand each other and of course can’t arrive to heaven before death.

Juana Mendoza – Intermedio II

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