Tick tock, tick tock. What time is it? I am late and I do not want to be late, I must go to the train station right away. I cannot miss the train, not this time. Hurry up, do not be distracted, run along the streets, crowded of people, cars, buses, noises, all the noises of the big city. I am leaving all that behind me and I feel no sorrow. I cannot lose the train. Tick tock, tick tock, the time goes by so quickly and we do not pay attention to it, we always miss those little things like a lonely snow flake floating in the air, the whisper of a river,… but we have no time for those small things. Hurry up! Keep on moving. There, there you see, the train station. I rush towards it as a free bird flying in the sky. Tick tock, tick tock, there it is the train, like a black shiny powerful horse getting ready to start running after the start signal bell. I think I am going to do it this time. I will catch the train, the train of my dreams, the train of my illusion, the train o...
Unha vez recontados todos os votos emitidos polo alumnado do centro, o premio recaeu no relato O porco da miña avoa de Lorena Fernández de 3º de Educación Primaria. Parabéns!
ResponderEliminarA todos os demais participantes e finalistas, animámosvos a seguir escribindo e participando nos vindeiros certames. Hai que destacar que a calidade este ano foi moi alta, polo que fíxose imposible premiar a todos/as.
Ánimo e moitas grazas!