<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324743545504859186</id><updated>2011-12-26T19:27:36.582+01:00</updated><category term='Lecturas 1º BACH'/><category term='Finalidades'/><category term='Lecturas preferidas de 2º ESO'/><category term='Lecturas 3º ESO'/><category term='A NOSA LINGUA'/><category term='boletín'/><category term='videos'/><category term='ROTEIROS'/><category term='ACTIVIDADES'/><category term='Curtas en galego'/><category term='Lecturas 4º ESO'/><category term='libro'/><category term='Concursos'/><category term='toponimia'/><category term='organización'/><category term='charla mr.misto'/><category term='Música en galego'/><category term='LETRAS GALEGAS 2008'/><category term='CINE'/><category term='CULTURA GALEGA'/><category term='letras galegas'/><category term='Localización'/><category term='Lecturas 1º ESO'/><title type='text'>Colegas das palabras</title><subtitle type='html'>Club de Lectura "Colegas das palabras".
IES JULIO PRIETO NESPEREIRA</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>Colegas das palabras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332574620899275884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/SCHcZxdmcJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0mfvg1rsLD0/S220/logo.png'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>210</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324743545504859186.post-8069390322989936577</id><published>2011-11-25T14:14:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T14:15:43.783+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: Rockwell; font-size: x-small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Rockwell; font-size: x-small;"&gt; &lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GaV05hzrbvA/Ts-UvWaTp-I/AAAAAAAAAxU/U8_z5XFzLbc/s1600/balteira84-87674-71-2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GaV05hzrbvA/Ts-UvWaTp-I/AAAAAAAAAxU/U8_z5XFzLbc/s1600/balteira84-87674-71-2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Confusión e morte de María Balteira&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: É un libro con diversas historias, pero todas teñen como protagonista un ser fantástico ou da tradición popular galega. Son contos moi entretidos porque hai moita variedade nos temas dos contos. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Autora: Marica Docampo.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ed. Baía.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1324743545504859186-8069390322989936577?l=colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/feeds/8069390322989936577/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1324743545504859186&amp;postID=8069390322989936577&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/8069390322989936577'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/8069390322989936577'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/2011/11/confusion-e-morte-de-maria-balteira-e.html' title=''/><author><name>Colegas das palabras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332574620899275884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/SCHcZxdmcJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0mfvg1rsLD0/S220/logo.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GaV05hzrbvA/Ts-UvWaTp-I/AAAAAAAAAxU/U8_z5XFzLbc/s72-c/balteira84-87674-71-2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324743545504859186.post-8341604122034421304</id><published>2011-11-25T14:07:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T14:11:30.267+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lecturas 1º BACH'/><title type='text'>O cidadán do mes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="clear"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0pVhpOEgfgk/Ts-TyM_WflI/AAAAAAAAAxM/uZpZPlj25-w/s1600/cidad%25C3%25A1n9788497823845.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0pVhpOEgfgk/Ts-TyM_WflI/AAAAAAAAAxM/uZpZPlj25-w/s1600/cidad%25C3%25A1n9788497823845.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ratingblock" id="unit_long751" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ratingblock" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;O cidadán do mes&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;: &amp;nbsp;O punto de partida de&amp;nbsp; O cidadán do mes é o electrizante encontro entre o detective Horacio Dopico e Sonia Bouzas, unha escultural e voluptuosa muller que busca o seu marido, un vixilante nocturno desaparecido misteriosamente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ratingblock" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ratingblock" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Autor: Diego Ameixeiras.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="ratingblock" style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ed. Xerais&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1324743545504859186-8341604122034421304?l=colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/feeds/8341604122034421304/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1324743545504859186&amp;postID=8341604122034421304&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/8341604122034421304'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/8341604122034421304'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/2011/11/o-cidadan-do-mes.html' title='O cidadán do mes'/><author><name>Colegas das palabras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332574620899275884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/SCHcZxdmcJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0mfvg1rsLD0/S220/logo.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-0pVhpOEgfgk/Ts-TyM_WflI/AAAAAAAAAxM/uZpZPlj25-w/s72-c/cidad%25C3%25A1n9788497823845.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324743545504859186.post-604561231233443541</id><published>2011-11-25T14:02:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T14:06:17.462+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lecturas 1º BACH'/><title type='text'>Futuro imperfecto</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--rHBezJZ2Ic/Ts-Sr1T7sVI/AAAAAAAAAxE/qnjIL1eyMQA/s1600/1288179682futuro_imperfecto.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--rHBezJZ2Ic/Ts-Sr1T7sVI/AAAAAAAAAxE/qnjIL1eyMQA/s200/1288179682futuro_imperfecto.jpg" width="130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;Futuro imperfecto&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; aborda&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt; unha historia nunca contada a xeito na literatura galega, a dos anos da droga como espello libertario dunha xeración, a da autora, que sentiu o alustro dun novo tempo, no transo da ditadura a unha aira aberta onde todo era posíbel e todo estaba por facer. Eses mozos e mozas sofreron ademais, en primeira persoa, os primeiros e máis dramáticos envites do VIH. Apandaron co peor, o oprobio social, a vergoña, o descoñecemento da doenza, a experimentación nos tratamentos… &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Autora: Xulia Alonso Díaz. Ed. Xerais&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1324743545504859186-604561231233443541?l=colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/feeds/604561231233443541/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1324743545504859186&amp;postID=604561231233443541&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/604561231233443541'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/604561231233443541'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/2011/11/futuro-imperfecto.html' title='Futuro imperfecto'/><author><name>Colegas das palabras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332574620899275884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/SCHcZxdmcJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0mfvg1rsLD0/S220/logo.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/--rHBezJZ2Ic/Ts-Sr1T7sVI/AAAAAAAAAxE/qnjIL1eyMQA/s72-c/1288179682futuro_imperfecto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324743545504859186.post-7677932920944899618</id><published>2011-11-25T13:56:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T14:01:22.669+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lecturas preferidas de 2º ESO'/><title type='text'>A filla do ladrón de bicicletas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bQuK2Kyoj2U/Ts-RNXki7PI/AAAAAAAAAw0/-fO-vLunn5Y/s1600/fillado.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bQuK2Kyoj2U/Ts-RNXki7PI/AAAAAAAAAw0/-fO-vLunn5Y/s1600/fillado.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;u&gt;&amp;nbsp;A filla do ladrón de bicicletas&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; conta a historia dunha nena, Serafina, que é filla dun ladrón de bicicletas e que por diversas circunstancias vive coa súa tía, dona Perfecta. A súa máxima aspiración é ser equilibrista nun circo con Celerífera, a bicicleta, e cara a iso van enfocados todos os seus esforzos, aos que non serán alleos nin a axuda do vello Elías nin as dificultades que lle ocasionan a panda de Martiño o Bravo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Autora: Teresa González Costa. Ed. Xerais, Col. Merlín.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Ilustrador: Jacobo Fernández Serrano.&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1324743545504859186-7677932920944899618?l=colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/feeds/7677932920944899618/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1324743545504859186&amp;postID=7677932920944899618&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/7677932920944899618'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/7677932920944899618'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/2011/11/filla-do-ladron-de-bicicletas.html' title='A filla do ladrón de bicicletas'/><author><name>Colegas das palabras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332574620899275884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/SCHcZxdmcJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0mfvg1rsLD0/S220/logo.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-bQuK2Kyoj2U/Ts-RNXki7PI/AAAAAAAAAw0/-fO-vLunn5Y/s72-c/fillado.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324743545504859186.post-2715372603718272988</id><published>2011-11-25T13:53:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T13:55:54.713+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lecturas preferidas de 2º ESO'/><title type='text'>A chamada da selva</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DcaUXyCEBJk/Ts-QDw0AgTI/AAAAAAAAAws/s2ZXMdqdcdU/s1600/selva-i0n18625.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DcaUXyCEBJk/Ts-QDw0AgTI/AAAAAAAAAws/s2ZXMdqdcdU/s1600/selva-i0n18625.jpg" style="cursor: move;" unselectable="on" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Autor: Jack London. Ed. Xerais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;A chamada da selva&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt; é a historia destes homes, desta epopeia vivida no espello da aventura dun can, Buck, que tras catro anos de cómodo vagar na granxa do xuíz. Miller, preto de San Francisco, ten que comezar unha vida rexida pola lei do vergallo e da loita pola existencia para, ó cabo, senti-la chamada do atávico, o achegamento ó lobo, o seu irmán salvaxe que ha cantar co seu ouveo a canción do mundo primitivo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img height="96" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DcaUXyCEBJk/Ts-QDw0AgTI/AAAAAAAAAws/s2ZXMdqdcdU/s1600/selva-i0n18625.jpg" style="filter: alpha(opacity=30); left: 54px; mozopacity: 0.3; opacity: 0.3; position: absolute; top: 41px; visibility: hidden;" width="65" /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1324743545504859186-2715372603718272988?l=colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/feeds/2715372603718272988/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1324743545504859186&amp;postID=2715372603718272988&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/2715372603718272988'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/2715372603718272988'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/2011/11/chamada-da-selva.html' title='A chamada da selva'/><author><name>Colegas das palabras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332574620899275884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/SCHcZxdmcJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0mfvg1rsLD0/S220/logo.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-DcaUXyCEBJk/Ts-QDw0AgTI/AAAAAAAAAws/s2ZXMdqdcdU/s72-c/selva-i0n18625.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324743545504859186.post-7666855842758969467</id><published>2011-11-25T13:44:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T13:50:53.918+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lecturas 1º BACH'/><title type='text'>Pepa a Loba</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZyG-OS1l3qY/Ts-Om6vELYI/AAAAAAAAAwk/WC_KOGzuu5I/s1600/pepa-a-loba-9788497824668.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; cssfloat: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" hda="true" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZyG-OS1l3qY/Ts-Om6vELYI/AAAAAAAAAwk/WC_KOGzuu5I/s200/pepa-a-loba-9788497824668.jpg" width="130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;O relato &lt;em&gt;&lt;u&gt;Pepa a Loba&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/em&gt;, de &lt;span style="color: #999999;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Carlos G. Reigosa&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/span&gt;, é unha fotografía literaria da muller que ca súa traxectoria vital ten reflectidas moitas das características fundamentais da idiosincracia galega. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="border-bottom: medium none; border-left: medium none; border-right: medium none; border-top: medium none; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;A persoa coñecida como Pepa a Loba é, ao marxe doutras consideracións, unha das máis representativas da rebeldía ácrata e, ao tempo, do individualismo do que sempre fixeron gala moitos galegos. Agora, grazas ao traballo dun xornalista da vella escola (a dos que falan das cousas reais), Pepa a Loba ten unha novela biográfica de marcada raigame histórica (Ambientada no s. XIX). &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1324743545504859186-7666855842758969467?l=colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/feeds/7666855842758969467/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1324743545504859186&amp;postID=7666855842758969467&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/7666855842758969467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/7666855842758969467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/2011/11/pepa-loba.html' title='Pepa a Loba'/><author><name>Colegas das palabras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332574620899275884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/SCHcZxdmcJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0mfvg1rsLD0/S220/logo.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ZyG-OS1l3qY/Ts-Om6vELYI/AAAAAAAAAwk/WC_KOGzuu5I/s72-c/pepa-a-loba-9788497824668.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324743545504859186.post-3748675191094299354</id><published>2011-11-25T09:59:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T10:01:44.559+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lecturas preferidas de 2º ESO'/><title type='text'>Cando petan na porta pola noite</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k8MLkZFYfLg/Ts9Y3-mLMsI/AAAAAAAAAwU/Lkml0yMD8hc/s1600/Cando-petan-na-porta-pola-noite-17900.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k8MLkZFYfLg/Ts9Y3-mLMsI/AAAAAAAAAwU/Lkml0yMD8hc/s200/Cando-petan-na-porta-pola-noite-17900.jpg" style="cursor: move;" width="200" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="resena" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&amp;nbsp;Autor: Xabier P. Docampo. Ed. Xerais&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class="resena" style="font-family: Times,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Catro relatos de misterio que Docampo adica ós seu pais, dos que di que foron grandes contadores de contos. Son historias que cando as lemos, parece que as estamos escoitando, o cal fai que o noso medo vaia en aumento e ademais poden facer lembrarnos os nosos medos que criamos especiais: aquela carballeira chea de sombras, o vento que abanea os salgueiros, a neve que nos chamaba a andar e ía borrando as nosas pisadas co risco de perdernos, a brétema que non nos deixa enxergar que seres se ocultan...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1324743545504859186-3748675191094299354?l=colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/feeds/3748675191094299354/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1324743545504859186&amp;postID=3748675191094299354&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/3748675191094299354'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/3748675191094299354'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/2011/11/xabier-p.html' title='Cando petan na porta pola noite'/><author><name>Colegas das palabras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332574620899275884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/SCHcZxdmcJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0mfvg1rsLD0/S220/logo.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-k8MLkZFYfLg/Ts9Y3-mLMsI/AAAAAAAAAwU/Lkml0yMD8hc/s72-c/Cando-petan-na-porta-pola-noite-17900.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324743545504859186.post-6958666997551845273</id><published>2011-11-25T09:43:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T10:06:50.120+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Alúa.com</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e6jKeQduP_Q/Ts9VxnczjdI/AAAAAAAAAwM/kZG3dDyN-68/s1600/alua.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e6jKeQduP_Q/Ts9VxnczjdI/AAAAAAAAAwM/kZG3dDyN-68/s1600/alua.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Título: &lt;u&gt;Alúa.com&lt;/u&gt;. Autora: Care Santos Editorial: edebé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;Non son un efecto óptico, nin unha prótese, nin a consecuencia avultada dun puñazo. Mido uns tres centímetros máis có nariz máis grande que visedes nunca. Mon son chato nin remangado, nin teño ningunha desas gracias que a xente adoita levar no nariz. De helénico, nin o hache. Igual ca de aquilino, para a miña desgracia, ¡Que triste! Como vedes, son tan ancho e alleo, que tan longo que de m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial, Helvetica, sans-serif;"&gt;in pódense dicir moitas cousas e sen esgota-las ¡deas. Por iso me enfado de verdade se alguén se limita a chamarme narizotas, sen máis. Non señor, para falar de min hai que demostrar imaxinación e refinamento&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: #cc0000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1324743545504859186-6958666997551845273?l=colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/feeds/6958666997551845273/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1324743545504859186&amp;postID=6958666997551845273&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/6958666997551845273'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/6958666997551845273'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/2011/11/aluacom.html' title='Alúa.com'/><author><name>Colegas das palabras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332574620899275884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/SCHcZxdmcJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0mfvg1rsLD0/S220/logo.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-e6jKeQduP_Q/Ts9VxnczjdI/AAAAAAAAAwM/kZG3dDyN-68/s72-c/alua.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324743545504859186.post-2489727413729590797</id><published>2011-11-15T13:26:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T13:36:56.807+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lecturas preferidas de 2º ESO'/><title type='text'>Os Megatoxos e a cara oculta da lúa (4)</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fqvQP04vtUo/TsJagxW1VzI/AAAAAAAAAwE/IYbGsoa398U/s1600/mega+4caraoculta9788499142494.JPG" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fqvQP04vtUo/TsJagxW1VzI/AAAAAAAAAwE/IYbGsoa398U/s1600/mega+4caraoculta9788499142494.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Autor: Anxo Fariña. Ed. Xerais.&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Outra volta, pois, aventuras do grupo, afectado polos efectos da flor do toxo, cuxos membros nesta ocasión loitan a dúas bandas: contra o mal que se propaga polo seu instituto e asemade contra a tiranía dunha raíña que quere dominar o mundo. Males que acontecen simultaneamente e que engadirán unha transformación no carácter de Lúa e así farán máis difícil e perigoso acadar o final desexado.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1324743545504859186-2489727413729590797?l=colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/feeds/2489727413729590797/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1324743545504859186&amp;postID=2489727413729590797&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/2489727413729590797'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/2489727413729590797'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/2011/11/os-megatoxos-e-cara-oculta-da-lua-4.html' title='Os Megatoxos e a cara oculta da lúa (4)'/><author><name>Colegas das palabras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332574620899275884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/SCHcZxdmcJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0mfvg1rsLD0/S220/logo.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-fqvQP04vtUo/TsJagxW1VzI/AAAAAAAAAwE/IYbGsoa398U/s72-c/mega+4caraoculta9788499142494.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324743545504859186.post-3790588987640759253</id><published>2011-11-15T13:24:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T13:26:15.078+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lecturas preferidas de 2º ESO'/><title type='text'>Os Megatoxos e os Templarios da luz (3).</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I9sdX_okR9c/TsJZ7n4BlnI/AAAAAAAAAv8/ufmhoztog1s/s1600/mega3templ.php.jpeg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I9sdX_okR9c/TsJZ7n4BlnI/AAAAAAAAAv8/ufmhoztog1s/s200/mega3templ.php.jpeg" width="131" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Autor: Anxo Fariña. Ed. A Nosa Terra.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Para Ruxe, Ninfa, Lúa e Faísca, a vida non volverá a ser igual despois dos recentes acontecementos vividos. Algo tan inocente como unha viaxe de estudos coa clase vai transformarse, grazas a intervención dos xemelgos Ezbel e Exeria, nun inesperado pesadelo. &lt;br /&gt;Os Megatoxos descubrirán que as redes dos misteriosos Templarios da Luz esténdense a todos os niveis e que, para a súa desgraza, están máis ligados á súa existencia do que lles gustaría aceptar. &lt;br /&gt;Uns descubrimentos que realizarán no pasado, no medio da Revolución Industrial en París, a cidade das luces. Alí terán que facer fronte a unha decisión na que, nun lado da balanza estará un ser querido e no outro, unha cidade enteira. Elixan o que elixan, o futuro non volverá a ser o mesmo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1324743545504859186-3790588987640759253?l=colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/feeds/3790588987640759253/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1324743545504859186&amp;postID=3790588987640759253&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/3790588987640759253'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/3790588987640759253'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/2011/11/os-megatoxos-e-os-templarios-da-luz-3.html' title='Os Megatoxos e os Templarios da luz (3).'/><author><name>Colegas das palabras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332574620899275884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/SCHcZxdmcJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0mfvg1rsLD0/S220/logo.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-I9sdX_okR9c/TsJZ7n4BlnI/AAAAAAAAAv8/ufmhoztog1s/s72-c/mega3templ.php.jpeg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324743545504859186.post-5749248568129386892</id><published>2011-11-15T13:19:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T13:39:23.145+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lecturas preferidas de 2º ESO'/><title type='text'>Os Megatoxos e a espada esmeralda (2).</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NBlCDiKtWZ4/TsJY6wpywiI/AAAAAAAAAv0/2IiNakW_V80/s1600/mgtespada2.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NBlCDiKtWZ4/TsJY6wpywiI/AAAAAAAAAv0/2IiNakW_V80/s200/mgtespada2.jpg" width="126" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;b&gt;Autor: Anxo Fariña . Ed. A Nosa Terra&lt;/b&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="justify" style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;Ruxe, Lúa, Faísca e Ninfa están a vivir un curso escolar do máis emocionante. tras desenvolver por accidente estraños poderes, un milleiro de problemas comezan a xurdir nas súas vidas. &lt;br /&gt;Na procura dunha solución para a súa mutación xenética, viaxarán desta vez ao medievo, onde atoparán un antigo e misterioso mosteiro no que nada é o que parece. &lt;br /&gt;Nesta nova aventura, os Megatoxos deberán medir a súa intelixencia e valor entre códices medievais, nunha biblioteca chea de enigmas e perigos, situación que porá en xogo a súa amizade. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1324743545504859186-5749248568129386892?l=colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/feeds/5749248568129386892/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1324743545504859186&amp;postID=5749248568129386892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/5749248568129386892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/5749248568129386892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/2011/11/os-megatoxos-e-espada-esmeralda.html' title='Os Megatoxos e a espada esmeralda (2).'/><author><name>Colegas das palabras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332574620899275884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/SCHcZxdmcJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0mfvg1rsLD0/S220/logo.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-NBlCDiKtWZ4/TsJY6wpywiI/AAAAAAAAAv0/2IiNakW_V80/s72-c/mgtespada2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324743545504859186.post-6837558443705675434</id><published>2011-11-15T13:17:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T09:54:23.504+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lecturas preferidas de 2º ESO'/><title type='text'>Os Megatoxos e o aprendiz de druída (1).</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QXt3lwd7h94/TsJYaIzFoeI/AAAAAAAAAvs/wMm4mS7H1wo/s1600/OS+MEGATOXOS1+E+O+APRENDIZ+DE+DRUIDA.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QXt3lwd7h94/TsJYaIzFoeI/AAAAAAAAAvs/wMm4mS7H1wo/s200/OS+MEGATOXOS1+E+O+APRENDIZ+DE+DRUIDA.jpg" width="133" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;b&gt;Autor: Anxo Fariña &lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Cando Ruxe, Faísca, Ninfa e Lúa comezan este curso, apenas se coñecen. Mais un incidente inesperado fará que as súas vidas cambien para sempre. Decataranse de que teñen máis cousas en común que asistiren á mesma escola, e máis preocupacións que entregaren a tempo os traballos de clase. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Estraños poderes, aventuras e misteriosos encontros. todo isto mesturado nunha viaxe polo tempo, na procura de respostas, na terra dos seus antergos... os celt&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;as.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="std"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1324743545504859186-6837558443705675434?l=colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/feeds/6837558443705675434/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1324743545504859186&amp;postID=6837558443705675434&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/6837558443705675434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/6837558443705675434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/2011/11/os-megatoxos-e-o-aprendiz-de-druida-1.html' title='Os Megatoxos e o aprendiz de druída (1).'/><author><name>Colegas das palabras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332574620899275884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/SCHcZxdmcJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0mfvg1rsLD0/S220/logo.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-QXt3lwd7h94/TsJYaIzFoeI/AAAAAAAAAvs/wMm4mS7H1wo/s72-c/OS+MEGATOXOS1+E+O+APRENDIZ+DE+DRUIDA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324743545504859186.post-744361466946433407</id><published>2011-11-15T13:07:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T13:08:14.241+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lecturas preferidas de 2º ESO'/><title type='text'>Os irmáns Corazón de León</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/SDgbbeeZVfI/AAAAAAAAADg/4mtCfvhXniw/s1600-h/osirmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5203939528277579250" src="http://bp0.blogger.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/SDgbbeeZVfI/AAAAAAAAADg/4mtCfvhXniw/s200/osirmas.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Título: Os irmáns Corazón de León.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Autor: Astrid Lindgren.   Editorial:Xerais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Karlos está enfermo e sabe que vai morrer, pero quen morre antes é o seu irmán máis vello, Ionatán, ó intentar salvalo dun incendio. O dous volverán atoparse en Nangoisllala, o paraíso, a onde voan todos os que morren. Alí todo é perfecto, non hai enfermidades e vívense aventuras sorprenden-tes. Pero Nangoisllala está baixo a ameaza do demoniaco Téngoil, contra o que terán que loitar para salvarse. Astrid Lindgren consegue retratar a morte e a soidade como parte natural da vida, mesturando no mesmo relato realidade e fantasía con absoluta normalidade.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.astridlindgren.se/index_1024.htm"&gt;http://www.astridlindgren.se/index_1024.htm&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1324743545504859186-744361466946433407?l=colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/feeds/744361466946433407/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1324743545504859186&amp;postID=744361466946433407&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/744361466946433407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/744361466946433407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/2011/11/os-irmans-corazon-de-leon.html' title='Os irmáns Corazón de León'/><author><name>Colegas das palabras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332574620899275884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/SCHcZxdmcJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0mfvg1rsLD0/S220/logo.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/SDgbbeeZVfI/AAAAAAAAADg/4mtCfvhXniw/s72-c/osirmas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324743545504859186.post-130878222426601542</id><published>2011-11-15T13:06:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T13:39:54.170+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lecturas preferidas de 2º ESO'/><title type='text'>Leonel</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oxGdOEqsv7o/TsJV25YcFDI/AAAAAAAAAvk/_yHR8lOY6YE/s1600/leonel.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oxGdOEqsv7o/TsJV25YcFDI/AAAAAAAAAvk/_yHR8lOY6YE/s1600/leonel.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Título: Leonel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Autor: Antón Cortizas.    Editorial: Xerais&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Leonel, a primeira novela xuvenil de Cortizas, narra a historia de Miguel, un xove estudiante que se despraza á aldea dos avós que a penas coñecía para pasar o verán estudiando o que suspendera. Miguel non imaxinaba que este verán sería o máis apaixonante da súa vida. E non só porque se ía atopar un mundo fascinante, aínda que alleo á súa vida da cidade; nin porque se vería mergullado na solución dun apaixonante misterio; nin porque había de coñecer a Leonel e a Metralla; nin porque se namoraría de Ana...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1324743545504859186-130878222426601542?l=colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/feeds/130878222426601542/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1324743545504859186&amp;postID=130878222426601542&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/130878222426601542'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/130878222426601542'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/2011/11/leonel.html' title='Leonel'/><author><name>Colegas das palabras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332574620899275884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/SCHcZxdmcJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0mfvg1rsLD0/S220/logo.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-oxGdOEqsv7o/TsJV25YcFDI/AAAAAAAAAvk/_yHR8lOY6YE/s72-c/leonel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324743545504859186.post-67594394792537347</id><published>2011-11-15T13:05:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T13:05:57.206+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lecturas preferidas de 2º ESO'/><title type='text'>O gol imposible</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--xQU8R0c3m8/TsJVkb5l9NI/AAAAAAAAAvc/Nryznbs8uuE/s1600/ogol.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--xQU8R0c3m8/TsJVkb5l9NI/AAAAAAAAAvc/Nryznbs8uuE/s200/ogol.jpg" width="131" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Título: O gol imposible.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Autor: Enrique Sánchez.          Editorial: edebé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;Relata a investigación que leva a cabo o xornalista deportivo Julián Regueiro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;“nas súas pescudas, o xornalista topará con máis dunha incógnita e cun asunto algo turbio”&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1324743545504859186-67594394792537347?l=colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/feeds/67594394792537347/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1324743545504859186&amp;postID=67594394792537347&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/67594394792537347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/67594394792537347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/2011/11/o-gol-imposible.html' title='O gol imposible'/><author><name>Colegas das palabras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332574620899275884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/SCHcZxdmcJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0mfvg1rsLD0/S220/logo.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--xQU8R0c3m8/TsJVkb5l9NI/AAAAAAAAAvc/Nryznbs8uuE/s72-c/ogol.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324743545504859186.post-6645304739973447710</id><published>2011-11-15T13:02:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T13:04:36.661+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lecturas preferidas de 2º ESO'/><title type='text'>O misterio das badaladas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p71-f--qU3c/TsJVR4dYk_I/AAAAAAAAAvU/DLLFL6WPAHU/s1600/omisterio.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p71-f--qU3c/TsJVR4dYk_I/AAAAAAAAAvU/DLLFL6WPAHU/s1600/omisterio.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;Título: O misterio das badaladas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Autor: Xavier P. do Campo   Editorial: Vía láctea&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span&gt;Por fin hai reloxo novo en Eiranova. Anda exacto ata as doce da noite, en que dá trece badaladas. Como ao día&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span&gt; seguinte tamén o fai, o reloxeiro mira de amañalo pero non lle atopa fallo ningún na maquinaria. Cinco rapaces, encabezados por Cristina, póñense a pescudar o misterio da badalada número trece. Válense dunha serie de pistas que o "culpable" lles vai deixando.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1324743545504859186-6645304739973447710?l=colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/feeds/6645304739973447710/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1324743545504859186&amp;postID=6645304739973447710&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/6645304739973447710'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/6645304739973447710'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/2011/11/o-misterio-das-badaladas.html' title='O misterio das badaladas'/><author><name>Colegas das palabras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332574620899275884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/SCHcZxdmcJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0mfvg1rsLD0/S220/logo.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-p71-f--qU3c/TsJVR4dYk_I/AAAAAAAAAvU/DLLFL6WPAHU/s72-c/omisterio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324743545504859186.post-2475719818913141846</id><published>2011-11-15T10:03:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T10:05:36.906+01:00</updated><title type='text'></title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--F8qE7wB2D4/TsIq8pwSjzI/AAAAAAAAAvE/odhqIy-gcgg/s1600/alua.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--F8qE7wB2D4/TsIq8pwSjzI/AAAAAAAAAvE/odhqIy-gcgg/s1600/alua.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Título: Alúa.com. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;Autora: Care Santos Editorial: edebé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Non son un efecto óptico, nin unha prótese, nin a consecuencia avultada dun puñazo. M&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;ido uns tres centímetros máis có nariz máis grande que visedes nunca. Mon son chato nin remangado, nin teño ningunha desas gracias que a xente adoita levar no nariz. De helénico, nin o hache. Igual ca de aquilino, para a miña d&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;esgracia, ¡Que triste! Como vedes, son tan ancho e alleo, que tan longo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt; que de m&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;in pódense dicir moitas cousas e sen esgota-las ¡deas. Por iso me enfado de verdade se alguén se limita a chamarme narizotas, sen máis. 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style="cursor: move;" unselectable="on" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-weight: bold;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;b&gt;Título: Trece anos de Branca&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 100%; font-weight: bold;"&gt;Autor: Agustín Fernández Paz Editorial: edebé&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&amp;nbsp;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Branca é unha rapaza chea de ilusións. Unha hepatite obrígaa a gardar uns meses, tempo que aproveita para facer un repaso das súas experiencias infantís. Un álbum cheo de fotografías evocará esas sensacións xa vividas. Ó mesmo tempo, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Branca&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; decátase de que deixa atrás unha parte importante da súa vida para dar paso á adolescencia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1324743545504859186-3130388233120460087?l=colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/feeds/3130388233120460087/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1324743545504859186&amp;postID=3130388233120460087&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/3130388233120460087'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/3130388233120460087'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/2011/11/trece-anos-de-branca.html' title='Trece anos de Branca'/><author><name>Colegas das palabras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332574620899275884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/SCHcZxdmcJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0mfvg1rsLD0/S220/logo.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324743545504859186.post-6212475753167624834</id><published>2011-11-09T12:04:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T12:08:41.397+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CULTURA GALEGA'/><title type='text'>Ollos de auga</title><content type='html'>&lt;span id="goog_2064108086"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;b&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:ORGULLOS@S"&gt;ORGULLOS@S&lt;/a&gt;DO NOSO  &lt;a href="mailto:ORGULLOS@S"&gt;ORGULLOS@S&lt;/a&gt; DUN GALEGO&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/b&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;h2 class="western"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Impact,sans-serif; font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;OLLOSDE AUGA&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: red; font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt; de DOMINGO VILLAR,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Franklin Gothic Medium,sans-serif;"&gt; finalistado premio de novela negra sueca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uaQ8tbi_nAU/Trpd_f3-WjI/AAAAAAAAAus/Ym-WknOdkCQ/s1600/ollos-de-auga2-195x300.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" height="200" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uaQ8tbi_nAU/Trpd_f3-WjI/AAAAAAAAAus/Ym-WknOdkCQ/s200/ollos-de-auga2-195x300.jpg" width="130" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;h2 class="western" style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;A primeira novela de DomingoVillar, un dos libros máis vendidos entre os lectores e lectorasgalegos,&amp;nbsp;foi  xa publicada en doce países  e continúa coséxitos alén das nosas fronteiras ( Leva máis de 40 edicións). Xafora finalista en dúas categorías dos Crime Thriller  Awards enGran Bretaña e agora é a academia sueca de novela negra a que aseleccionou entre as cinco finalistas na categoría de  mellor novelanegra traducida en 2010. O fallo coñecerase o vindeiro 19 denovembro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/h2&gt;&lt;div align="JUSTIFY" style="line-height: 200%; margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: large;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: &amp;quot;Helvetica Neue&amp;quot;,Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="mailto:ORGULLOS@S"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1324743545504859186-6212475753167624834?l=colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/feeds/6212475753167624834/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1324743545504859186&amp;postID=6212475753167624834&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/6212475753167624834'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/6212475753167624834'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/2011/11/cultura-galega.html' title='Ollos de auga'/><author><name>Colegas das palabras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332574620899275884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/SCHcZxdmcJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0mfvg1rsLD0/S220/logo.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-uaQ8tbi_nAU/Trpd_f3-WjI/AAAAAAAAAus/Ym-WknOdkCQ/s72-c/ollos-de-auga2-195x300.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324743545504859186.post-2130868789441796421</id><published>2011-10-28T10:26:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T10:01:13.562+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lecturas preferidas de 2º ESO'/><title type='text'>A expedición do Pacífico</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RoCHQYjW258/TqpoHfq7QDI/AAAAAAAAAuc/zZhNARA5G80/s1600/expedic.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5668457558969106482" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RoCHQYjW258/TqpoHfq7QDI/AAAAAAAAAuc/zZhNARA5G80/s400/expedic.jpg" style="cursor: hand; cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 180px; margin: 0 10px 10px 0; width: 132px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt;A expedición do Pacífico é unha novela de aventuras que conta as peripecias dunha nena de doce anos, Emilia, que se agacha como polisón nunha expedición científica que parte para explorar o Pacífico. A acción que se desenvolve no século XIX, non renuncia a estar escrita desde este fin de século. As ideas feministas, a polémica entre o darwinismo e o creacionismo a paixón polo coñecemento están nas páxinas desta excepcional novela.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autora: Marilar Aleixandre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1324743545504859186-2130868789441796421?l=colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/feeds/2130868789441796421/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1324743545504859186&amp;postID=2130868789441796421&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/2130868789441796421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ACTIVIDADES'/><title type='text'>¿ Que é Galicia?</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="349" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/TvEEKdJXiO0" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1324743545504859186-3379154853216564308?l=colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/feeds/3379154853216564308/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1324743545504859186&amp;postID=3379154853216564308&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/3379154853216564308'/><link rel='self' 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term='ACTIVIDADES'/><title type='text'>Carteis Lois Pereiro</title><content type='html'>&lt;embed type="application/x-shockwave-flash" src="https://picasaweb.google.com/s/c/bin/slideshow.swf" width="400" height="267" flashvars="host=picasaweb.google.com&amp;hl=en_US&amp;feat=flashalbum&amp;RGB=0x000000&amp;feed=https%3A%2F%2Fpicasaweb.google.com%2Fdata%2Ffeed%2Fapi%2Fuser%2Fxela.lopez.xl%2Falbumid%2F5620579698285274193%3Falt%3Drss%26kind%3Dphoto%26hl%3Den_US" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1324743545504859186-3017393347374799893?l=colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/feeds/3017393347374799893/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1324743545504859186&amp;postID=3017393347374799893&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/3017393347374799893'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/3017393347374799893'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/2011/06/carteis-lois-pereiro.html' title='Carteis Lois Pereiro'/><author><name>Colegas das palabras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332574620899275884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/SCHcZxdmcJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0mfvg1rsLD0/S220/logo.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324743545504859186.post-1732580892968439070</id><published>2011-06-07T09:30:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-09T12:23:06.780+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lecturas 1º ESO'/><title type='text'>Lua do Senegal</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UosYfw1MWYQ/TrpgCS0HahI/AAAAAAAAAu8/kr86o1EbrO4/s1600/luado.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: left; float: left; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"&gt;&lt;img border="0" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UosYfw1MWYQ/TrpgCS0HahI/AAAAAAAAAu8/kr86o1EbrO4/s1600/luado.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif; text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&amp;nbsp;&amp;nbsp; Khoedi, unha nena de dez anos, ten que deixar a súa casa de Casamence, unha rexión ao sur do Senegal, para instalarse en Vigo, a cidade onde o seu pai xa leva varios anos emigrado. Na nova terra, a vida é dura para Khoedi: non coñece a ninguén e todo lle resulta diferente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;Obtivo o Premio Nacional de Literatura Infantil, aborda o tema da emigración, ese drama que supón abandonar o propio país e marchar a outro para poder traballar e vivir con dignidade. Tamén fala do desarraigamento e do conflito emocional&amp;nbsp; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: small;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family: Georgia,&amp;quot;Times New Roman&amp;quot;,serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1324743545504859186-1732580892968439070?l=colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/feeds/1732580892968439070/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1324743545504859186&amp;postID=1732580892968439070&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/1732580892968439070'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/1732580892968439070'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/2011/06/luas-de-senegal.html' title='Lua do Senegal'/><author><name>Colegas das palabras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332574620899275884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/SCHcZxdmcJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0mfvg1rsLD0/S220/logo.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-UosYfw1MWYQ/TrpgCS0HahI/AAAAAAAAAu8/kr86o1EbrO4/s72-c/luado.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324743545504859186.post-2617337107027807236</id><published>2011-06-06T14:11:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T14:16:30.895+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lecturas 1º ESO'/><title type='text'>A maldicion de Odi</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bg7wxQg7NTg/TezFClXZYvI/AAAAAAAAAtE/B2_t60tF99Q/s1600/a_maldicion_de_odi.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 102px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bg7wxQg7NTg/TezFClXZYvI/AAAAAAAAAtE/B2_t60tF99Q/s400/a_maldicion_de_odi.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615079483604820722" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  A guerra das bruxas está próxima e a elixida non pode pospoñer máis o momento de empuñar o cetro e destruír as temibles Odish.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Pero Anaíd, que desexa o amor de Roc e do pai que nunca tivo, que confía  en levar a paz definitiva para as Omar, terá que se enfrontar á  traizón, ao rexeitamento dos seus e á soidade. A maldición de Odi  cumpriuse: a elixida incorreu nos erros, sucumbiu ao poder do cetro e  ata os mortos reclaman o seu tributo. É o momento da verdade, da batalla  definitiva entre as Omar e as Odish. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1324743545504859186-2617337107027807236?l=colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/feeds/2617337107027807236/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1324743545504859186&amp;postID=2617337107027807236&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/2617337107027807236'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/2617337107027807236'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/2011/06/maldicion-de-odi.html' title='A maldicion de Odi'/><author><name>Colegas das palabras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332574620899275884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/SCHcZxdmcJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0mfvg1rsLD0/S220/logo.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bg7wxQg7NTg/TezFClXZYvI/AAAAAAAAAtE/B2_t60tF99Q/s72-c/a_maldicion_de_odi.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324743545504859186.post-8378713541564186126</id><published>2011-06-06T14:10:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T14:11:55.135+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lecturas 1º ESO'/><title type='text'>O Clan da Loba</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_k5F21s03-Y/TezEACCPWYI/AAAAAAAAAs8/S8ScJQk4nyI/s1600/o_clan_da_loba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 101px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_k5F21s03-Y/TezEACCPWYI/AAAAAAAAAs8/S8ScJQk4nyI/s400/o_clan_da_loba.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615078340249475458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  Desde tempos inmemoriais, os clans das bruxas Omar viviron agochándose  das sanguinarias bruxas Odish e agardando a chegada da elixida pola  profecía.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Agora os astros confirman que o tempo está próximo. Anaíd, que viviu  durante os seus catorce anos de vida apartada nunha vila do Pireneo,  ignora os segredos que teñen que ver coas mulleres da súa familia... Ata  que a misteriosa desaparición da súa nai, Selene a roxa, a enfronta  cunha verdade tan arrepiante coma incrible e obrígaa a percorrer un  longo camiño cheo de perigos e de descubrimentos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1324743545504859186-8378713541564186126?l=colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/feeds/8378713541564186126/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1324743545504859186&amp;postID=8378713541564186126&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/8378713541564186126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/8378713541564186126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/2011/06/o-clan-da-loba.html' title='O Clan da Loba'/><author><name>Colegas das palabras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332574620899275884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/SCHcZxdmcJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0mfvg1rsLD0/S220/logo.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-_k5F21s03-Y/TezEACCPWYI/AAAAAAAAAs8/S8ScJQk4nyI/s72-c/o_clan_da_loba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324743545504859186.post-5905631691097535266</id><published>2011-05-19T13:29:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T13:40:05.155+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lecturas 1º ESO'/><title type='text'>Chamádeme Simbad</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PxuD3P0dUYw/TdUBbz5CMKI/AAAAAAAAAqo/DIVZaSKaot4/s1600/chamademe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 127px; height: 192px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PxuD3P0dUYw/TdUBbz5CMKI/AAAAAAAAAqo/DIVZaSKaot4/s400/chamademe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608390488257343650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;color:#408070;"  &gt;  Conta Paulo, un rapaz de       dez anos, que o seu pai chega do traballo e segue pendente do móbil; o       avó padece alzhéimer e non recoñece ás veces nin ao       seu fillo e a mai di que a van volver tola entre todos. O avó é,       sen embargo, o seu amigo, co que xoga pola casa adiante a que el é o       Capitán dos Sete Mares e o neto, Simbad. Aínda coas rarezas da       súa enfermidade, Paulo é un referente seguro para o       ancián, e este o amigo máis querido polo rapaz. Pero todo cambia       un domingo no que cando espertan o avó non está na casa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1324743545504859186-5905631691097535266?l=colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/feeds/5905631691097535266/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1324743545504859186&amp;postID=5905631691097535266&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/5905631691097535266'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/5905631691097535266'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/2011/05/chamademe-simbad.html' title='Chamádeme Simbad'/><author><name>Colegas das palabras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332574620899275884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/SCHcZxdmcJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0mfvg1rsLD0/S220/logo.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-PxuD3P0dUYw/TdUBbz5CMKI/AAAAAAAAAqo/DIVZaSKaot4/s72-c/chamademe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324743545504859186.post-3372936720065134888</id><published>2011-05-19T13:28:00.009+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T13:37:46.332+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lecturas 1º ESO'/><title type='text'>Cos pés no aire</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eAMw0QTaQak/TeYkg_jKzcI/AAAAAAAAArQ/QFskWKw_krc/s1600/cospe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 106px; height: 149px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eAMw0QTaQak/TeYkg_jKzcI/AAAAAAAAArQ/QFskWKw_krc/s400/cospe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613214134797258178" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Cos pés no aire é unha novela breve que recolle a historia de Daniel,   un oficinista que leva unha vida monótona e gris. Un día, de xeito  casual, descobre que pode elevarse polo aire con só desexalo  intensamente. Temeroso de que outras persoas descubran o seu segredo,  Daniel vese forzado a modificar todos os seus hábitos. Pero o cambio  maior virá cando descubra que non é el só quen ten esa estraña  cualidade. Velaquí unha narración onde se abordan as dificultades que  algunhas persoas teñen polo feito de vivir nunha sociedade que exclúe o  que non considera normal&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1324743545504859186-3372936720065134888?l=colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/feeds/3372936720065134888/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1324743545504859186&amp;postID=3372936720065134888&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/3372936720065134888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/3372936720065134888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/2011/05/cos-pes-no-aire.html' title='Cos pés no aire'/><author><name>Colegas das palabras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332574620899275884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/SCHcZxdmcJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0mfvg1rsLD0/S220/logo.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-eAMw0QTaQak/TeYkg_jKzcI/AAAAAAAAArQ/QFskWKw_krc/s72-c/cospe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324743545504859186.post-1495488487404899393</id><published>2011-05-19T13:28:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T13:47:56.948+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lecturas 1º ESO'/><title type='text'>Xenaro e o misterio da mochila verde</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_PfFTx08-OU/TdUCZrpBo8I/AAAAAAAAAq4/fDSqULEbIvo/s1600/xenaro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 189px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_PfFTx08-OU/TdUCZrpBo8I/AAAAAAAAAq4/fDSqULEbIvo/s400/xenaro.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608391551194604482" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;  A Xenaro Conese Maiúsculo o que máis lle gusta é xogar coas palabras e  ler. Tamén lle gustan os xogos de computador, o xadrez, os cómics, os  documentais e a música...; porén, pode parecer un bicho raro porque  tamén lle encanta facer de detective e resolver misterios dos que se  producen no Universal, o seu colexio. Unha historia cotián de rapaces e rapazas dun centro escolar&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1324743545504859186-1495488487404899393?l=colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/feeds/1495488487404899393/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1324743545504859186&amp;postID=1495488487404899393&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/1495488487404899393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/1495488487404899393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/2011/05/xenaro-e-o-misterio-da-mochila.html' title='Xenaro e o misterio da mochila verde'/><author><name>Colegas das palabras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332574620899275884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/SCHcZxdmcJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0mfvg1rsLD0/S220/logo.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_PfFTx08-OU/TdUCZrpBo8I/AAAAAAAAAq4/fDSqULEbIvo/s72-c/xenaro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324743545504859186.post-444792500976324814</id><published>2011-05-19T13:28:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T13:47:08.999+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lecturas 1º ESO'/><title type='text'>Amar unha serea</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aJ6JZafMOBg/TdUDJGFgRNI/AAAAAAAAArA/9EIa7Bq4CDE/s1600/amar_unha_serea.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 106px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aJ6JZafMOBg/TdUDJGFgRNI/AAAAAAAAArA/9EIa7Bq4CDE/s400/amar_unha_serea.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608392365747225810" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;      A&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;ma&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-style: italic;"&gt;r unha serea&lt;/span&gt;  é o descubrimento do amor e da poesía por parte dun neno sensible que é  quen de sacrificar o seu propio amor por axudar a outros que el  considera necesitados. Un neno que é capaz de soñar unha serea para esa  nena diferente e triste que el cre a máis fermosa do mundo. Un neno que  prefire ser romántico e poeta antes ca nada no mundo.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1324743545504859186-444792500976324814?l=colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/feeds/444792500976324814/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1324743545504859186&amp;postID=444792500976324814&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/444792500976324814'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/444792500976324814'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/2011/05/amar-unha-serea.html' title='Amar unha serea'/><author><name>Colegas das palabras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332574620899275884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/SCHcZxdmcJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0mfvg1rsLD0/S220/logo.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-aJ6JZafMOBg/TdUDJGFgRNI/AAAAAAAAArA/9EIa7Bq4CDE/s72-c/amar_unha_serea.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324743545504859186.post-5422018455049854407</id><published>2011-05-19T13:27:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T13:41:26.646+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lecturas 1º ESO'/><title type='text'>Dragón Rock</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-buvfjRa_ITA/TeYlXzPN2pI/AAAAAAAAArY/VihidWIKZwA/s1600/dragon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 126px; height: 207px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-buvfjRa_ITA/TeYlXzPN2pI/AAAAAAAAArY/VihidWIKZwA/s400/dragon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613215076385151634" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Times New Roman;font-size:85%;"&gt;   Narra a historia       dunha familia de dragóns, que comeza co nacemento de Trick, fillo de       Track e Trock, neto de Truck e bisneto de Trugk. O pequeno dragón       resulta ser diferente ao resto dos membros do grupo porque non é quen de       bramar coma o resto dos dragóns e isto provoca unha gran       preocupación en toda a familia, que trata de buscar unha       solución. Como todos fracasan nos seus intentos, Trick marcha da casa e       na cidade atopa a Óscar e os seus amigos cos que forma un grupo de rock.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1324743545504859186-5422018455049854407?l=colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/feeds/5422018455049854407/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1324743545504859186&amp;postID=5422018455049854407&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/5422018455049854407'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/5422018455049854407'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/2011/05/dragon-rock.html' title='Dragón Rock'/><author><name>Colegas das palabras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332574620899275884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/SCHcZxdmcJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0mfvg1rsLD0/S220/logo.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-buvfjRa_ITA/TeYlXzPN2pI/AAAAAAAAArY/VihidWIKZwA/s72-c/dragon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324743545504859186.post-6709426574074470255</id><published>2011-05-19T13:27:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T14:14:13.964+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lecturas 1º ESO'/><title type='text'>Kafka e a moneca viaxeira</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aGHwKDEpW_0/TdUEEQlFy6I/AAAAAAAAArI/K9LNw2N-134/s1600/kAFKA%2BE%2BA%2BBONECA.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 92px; height: 141px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aGHwKDEpW_0/TdUEEQlFy6I/AAAAAAAAArI/K9LNw2N-134/s400/kAFKA%2BE%2BA%2BBONECA.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608393382176344994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Este libro relátanos a historia de Franz Kafka no seu último ano de vida. Kafka soía pasear polo prque Steglitz,  en Berlín. Un día, cando daba o seu paseo rutinario, presenciou desde  lexos o choro dunha nena desesperada. Non sabía que facer, pero decidiu  achegarse para preguntarlle que lle pasaba. A nena que se chamaba Elsi,  díxolle que perdera a súa boneca. Para Franz era unha situación nova e  para sacala desa traxedia optou por contarlle que a súa boneca non era  unha boneca calquera, senón unha boneca viaxeira. E viaxaba porque  quería ser máis independente.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="font-family: Arial,Helvetica,sans-serif;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1324743545504859186-6709426574074470255?l=colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/feeds/6709426574074470255/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1324743545504859186&amp;postID=6709426574074470255&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/6709426574074470255'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/6709426574074470255'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/2011/05/kafka-e-moneca-viaxeira.html' title='Kafka e a moneca viaxeira'/><author><name>Colegas das palabras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332574620899275884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/SCHcZxdmcJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0mfvg1rsLD0/S220/logo.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-aGHwKDEpW_0/TdUEEQlFy6I/AAAAAAAAArI/K9LNw2N-134/s72-c/kAFKA%2BE%2BA%2BBONECA.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324743545504859186.post-7106801452244806174</id><published>2011-05-19T12:12:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T13:46:14.656+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lecturas 1º ESO'/><title type='text'>Trece anos Branca</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MABBuIuuErE/TeYmgS8JJ5I/AAAAAAAAAro/yKfwPwVlbxw/s1600/bramnca.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 183px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MABBuIuuErE/TeYmgS8JJ5I/AAAAAAAAAro/yKfwPwVlbxw/s400/bramnca.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613216321845667730" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   Branca está enferma de hepatite. Desde hai nove días está na cama e ten  que gardar repouso absoluto durante cinco ou seis semanas. Unha  eternidade! Encima ten que pasar o seu aniversario así, e é un  aniversario importante: trece anos. Ese día regálanlle un álbum de fotos  e súa nai proponlle que o complete para non se aburrir&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1324743545504859186-7106801452244806174?l=colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/feeds/7106801452244806174/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1324743545504859186&amp;postID=7106801452244806174&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/7106801452244806174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/7106801452244806174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/2011/05/trece-anos-branca.html' title='Trece anos Branca'/><author><name>Colegas das palabras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332574620899275884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/SCHcZxdmcJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0mfvg1rsLD0/S220/logo.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-MABBuIuuErE/TeYmgS8JJ5I/AAAAAAAAAro/yKfwPwVlbxw/s72-c/bramnca.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324743545504859186.post-6163200485101223508</id><published>2011-05-19T12:12:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T13:43:48.845+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lecturas 1º ESO'/><title type='text'>O misterio dos fillos de Lúa</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SEGcWy1N9cw/TeYl7B3CgaI/AAAAAAAAArg/vhpt80uz350/s1600/fillos.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 110px; height: 172px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SEGcWy1N9cw/TeYl7B3CgaI/AAAAAAAAArg/vhpt80uz350/s400/fillos.gif" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613215681605697954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;            &lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0); font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   David, un rapaz de oito anos, convértese       en narrador para contarnos como transcorre a súa vida mentres trata de       resolver un misterio: ¿que pasa cos fillos da gata Lúa?       ¿Por que lle desaparecen sempre ó acabar de nacer? &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Nesta       empresa é axudado por Branca, a súa noiva, coa que comparte a       mascota.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1324743545504859186-6163200485101223508?l=colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/feeds/6163200485101223508/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1324743545504859186&amp;postID=6163200485101223508&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/6163200485101223508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/6163200485101223508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/2011/05/o-misterio-dos-fillos-de-lua.html' title='O misterio dos fillos de Lúa'/><author><name>Colegas das palabras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332574620899275884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/SCHcZxdmcJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0mfvg1rsLD0/S220/logo.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-SEGcWy1N9cw/TeYl7B3CgaI/AAAAAAAAArg/vhpt80uz350/s72-c/fillos.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324743545504859186.post-5365628522633922030</id><published>2011-05-19T12:11:00.011+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T14:02:32.234+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lecturas 1º ESO'/><title type='text'>Bala perdida</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yoK36qShnnI/TeYqTc0PGxI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/53V_8V2nuu4/s1600/bala.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 131px; height: 222px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yoK36qShnnI/TeYqTc0PGxI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/53V_8V2nuu4/s400/bala.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613220499205069586" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; color: rgb(0, 0, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Times New Roman;font-size:100%;"&gt;   A historia transcorre nunha pequena cidade chamada Atlán, na Costa       da Morte. O heroe, Bala Perdida, un pirata con pata de pao, posúe unha       estricta conciencia que lle obriga a devolver un tesouro tinguido de sangue: o       ouro que os nazis roubaron ós xudeus.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1324743545504859186-5365628522633922030?l=colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/feeds/5365628522633922030/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1324743545504859186&amp;postID=5365628522633922030&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/5365628522633922030'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/5365628522633922030'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/2011/05/bala-perdida.html' title='Bala perdida'/><author><name>Colegas das palabras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332574620899275884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/SCHcZxdmcJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0mfvg1rsLD0/S220/logo.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-yoK36qShnnI/TeYqTc0PGxI/AAAAAAAAAsQ/53V_8V2nuu4/s72-c/bala.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324743545504859186.post-8814768803297244321</id><published>2011-05-19T12:11:00.010+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T13:59:54.086+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lecturas 1º ESO'/><title type='text'>Palabras de caramelo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TXRVRIBe8h8/TeYpqPqbMJI/AAAAAAAAAsI/u6FZThr3Rhw/s1600/Palabras-de-Caramelo-i0n19688.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 99px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TXRVRIBe8h8/TeYpqPqbMJI/AAAAAAAAAsI/u6FZThr3Rhw/s400/Palabras-de-Caramelo-i0n19688.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613219791299621010" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span class="resena"&gt;   Kori é un neno de oito anos que só recoñece as  palabras nos movementos da boca. Por iso é capaz de saber o que lle di o  seu mellor amigo, un pequeno camelo ao que trata de salvar camiño dese  deserto co que sempre soñou. Quizais a súa aventura nunca remate, sobre todo pola mensaxe tan  especial de Caramelo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1324743545504859186-8814768803297244321?l=colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/feeds/8814768803297244321/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1324743545504859186&amp;postID=8814768803297244321&amp;isPopup=true' title='5 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/8814768803297244321'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/8814768803297244321'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/2011/05/palabras-de-caramelo.html' title='Palabras de caramelo'/><author><name>Colegas das palabras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332574620899275884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/SCHcZxdmcJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0mfvg1rsLD0/S220/logo.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TXRVRIBe8h8/TeYpqPqbMJI/AAAAAAAAAsI/u6FZThr3Rhw/s72-c/Palabras-de-Caramelo-i0n19688.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324743545504859186.post-8930137362694913453</id><published>2011-05-19T12:11:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T13:53:01.764+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lecturas 1º ESO'/><title type='text'>A miña man na túa</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f8YPk5x2xPI/TeYn5TLmh3I/AAAAAAAAAr4/nof8wa4FNLg/s1600/man%2Bna%2B_LRG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 150px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f8YPk5x2xPI/TeYn5TLmh3I/AAAAAAAAAr4/nof8wa4FNLg/s400/man%2Bna%2B_LRG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613217850918864754" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;span class="texto12Negro"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;O protagonista e narrador  desta novela é Xabi, un rapaz na idade da preadolescencia. Un día  decide fuxir da súa casa e vai refuxiarse nunha cabana do monte, só  coñecida por el e mailo seu amigo Antón. Alí, na cabana, ponse a  escribí-los seus pensamentos, e deste xeito, podemos coñecer a súa  historia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;a&gt;&lt;span class="texto14RojoBold"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;span class="texto12Negro"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1324743545504859186-8930137362694913453?l=colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/feeds/8930137362694913453/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1324743545504859186&amp;postID=8930137362694913453&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/8930137362694913453'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/8930137362694913453'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/2011/05/mina-man-na-tua.html' title='A miña man na túa'/><author><name>Colegas das palabras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332574620899275884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/SCHcZxdmcJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0mfvg1rsLD0/S220/logo.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f8YPk5x2xPI/TeYn5TLmh3I/AAAAAAAAAr4/nof8wa4FNLg/s72-c/man%2Bna%2B_LRG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324743545504859186.post-6550980010899718747</id><published>2011-05-19T12:11:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T13:49:04.059+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lecturas 1º ESO'/><title type='text'>A casa da luz</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T_5ZCopPbgk/TeYnK7BXg1I/AAAAAAAAArw/bZ4K0dOE-3E/s1600/A-casa-da-luz-8483028840-9788483028841.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 133px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T_5ZCopPbgk/TeYnK7BXg1I/AAAAAAAAArw/bZ4K0dOE-3E/s400/A-casa-da-luz-8483028840-9788483028841.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613217054159504210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  Alicia é unha rapaza trastísima e, ao parecer, todo lle vén do seu  ingobernable desexo de saber, de coñecer e de experimentar. Cando Alicia  e os seus amigos inseparables, Álvaro, Aida, Alba e Anxo se afanaban en  construír unha cabana interminable onde planificar os seus xogos,  apareceu Pumariño, un vello que andaba sempre a picar nas paredes da  casa de Eiravella. Alicia e a súa panda descubrirán que trala mudez do  reverencioso Pumariño, arrástrase unha tristísima ferida familiar que  vén dos tempos da guerra...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1324743545504859186-6550980010899718747?l=colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/feeds/6550980010899718747/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1324743545504859186&amp;postID=6550980010899718747&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/6550980010899718747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/6550980010899718747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/2011/05/casa-da-luz.html' title='A casa da luz'/><author><name>Colegas das palabras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332574620899275884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/SCHcZxdmcJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0mfvg1rsLD0/S220/logo.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-T_5ZCopPbgk/TeYnK7BXg1I/AAAAAAAAArw/bZ4K0dOE-3E/s72-c/A-casa-da-luz-8483028840-9788483028841.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324743545504859186.post-7500865728238100888</id><published>2011-05-19T12:10:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T14:09:11.908+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lecturas 1º ESO'/><title type='text'>O ceo dos afogados</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nxmdYR9tWKc/TeYr3832sgI/AAAAAAAAAsg/RpXm0xdrPmU/s1600/ceo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 197px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nxmdYR9tWKc/TeYr3832sgI/AAAAAAAAAsg/RpXm0xdrPmU/s400/ceo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613222225797100034" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Todos os delfíns de todos os mares, todos os delfíns de todos os  océanos, todos os delfíns de todo o planeta decidiron xuntarse á mesma  hora no mesmo punto de todos os mares, de todos os océanos de todo o  planeta para dende alí avanzar cara á costa. Os científicos amosáronse  abraiados diante do silencio, absoluto, en que ficaron instalados os  golfiños en cousa de poucos segundos. Todos calados. Coma mortos. Coma á  espreita. Coma afogados. Desde aquel intre, as fotografías que foron  ofrecendo os satélites e as imaxes emitidas polas canles de televisión  sobre o fenómeno resultaron, primeiro sorprendentes e logo arrepiantes:  centos de miles de golfiños configuraban círculos case perfectos  repartidos por toda a xeografía marítima planetaria. Ninguén sabía  explicar que estaba pasando. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1324743545504859186-7500865728238100888?l=colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/feeds/7500865728238100888/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1324743545504859186&amp;postID=7500865728238100888&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/7500865728238100888'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/7500865728238100888'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/2011/05/o-ceo-dos-afogados.html' title='O ceo dos afogados'/><author><name>Colegas das palabras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332574620899275884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/SCHcZxdmcJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0mfvg1rsLD0/S220/logo.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-nxmdYR9tWKc/TeYr3832sgI/AAAAAAAAAsg/RpXm0xdrPmU/s72-c/ceo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324743545504859186.post-8423428041085421675</id><published>2011-05-19T12:10:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-01T14:05:01.750+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lecturas 1º ESO'/><title type='text'>Nassima, a sombra dos talibáns</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FLKfquEhP70/TeYq4XnwTFI/AAAAAAAAAsY/u9F7rZumUGM/s1600/nassima.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 113px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FLKfquEhP70/TeYq4XnwTFI/AAAAAAAAAsY/u9F7rZumUGM/s400/nassima.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5613221133465701458" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;p style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Nassima é unha nena de dez anos, nacida no  Afganistán dos talibáns, que se resiste a aceptar as novas normas e  restriccóns que “uns homes con barbas longas e ollos enfurecidos”  impoñen ás mulleres. A cativa non concibe a perda repentina da súa  liberdade e decidirá vivir unha apaixonante aventura antes que fuxir do  seu país envolta nunha alfombra do xeito que lle propón o seu pai. O seu  amigo Mohamed será o seu mellor compañeiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;" id="cnt-p"&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt;.libro1 { background: url("/imagenesAgapea/00/30/88/30884024ca9e8ac85ca2677daf325d794019ae_sp.jpg") repeat scroll 0px 0px transparent; width: 50px; height: 75px; }.libro2 { background: url("/imagenesAgapea/00/30/88/30884024ca9e8ac85ca2677daf325d794019ae_sp.jpg") repeat scroll -50px 0px transparent; width: 50px; height: 75px; }.libro3 { background: url("/imagenesAgapea/00/30/88/30884024ca9e8ac85ca2677daf325d794019ae_sp.jpg") repeat scroll -100px 0px transparent; width: 48px; height: 75px; }.libro4 { background: url("/imagenesAgapea/00/30/88/30884024ca9e8ac85ca2677daf325d794019ae_sp.jpg") repeat scroll -148px 0px transparent; width: 49px; height: 75px; }.libro5 { background: url("/imagenesAgapea/00/30/88/30884024ca9e8ac85ca2677daf325d794019ae_sp.jpg") repeat scroll -197px 0px transparent; width: 49px; height: 75px; }.libro6 { background: url("/imagenesAgapea/00/30/88/30884024ca9e8ac85ca2677daf325d794019ae_sp.jpg") repeat scroll -246px 0px transparent; width: 45px; height: 75px; }&lt;/style&gt;&lt;div class="lst cntr dst"&gt;&lt;div class="rndUp"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1324743545504859186-8423428041085421675?l=colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/feeds/8423428041085421675/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1324743545504859186&amp;postID=8423428041085421675&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/8423428041085421675'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/8423428041085421675'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/2011/05/nassima-sombra-dos-talibans.html' title='Nassima, a sombra dos talibáns'/><author><name>Colegas das palabras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332574620899275884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/SCHcZxdmcJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0mfvg1rsLD0/S220/logo.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-FLKfquEhP70/TeYq4XnwTFI/AAAAAAAAAsY/u9F7rZumUGM/s72-c/nassima.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324743545504859186.post-5696994715928384092</id><published>2011-05-19T12:09:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T14:05:46.703+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lecturas 1º ESO'/><title type='text'>Os megatoxos II, A espada esmeralda</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WA-Tyv6tKwA/TezCkpKegOI/AAAAAAAAAs0/njLFsxJKlOg/s1600/Os%2BMegatoxos%2Be%2Ba%2Bespada%2Besmeralda.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 127px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WA-Tyv6tKwA/TezCkpKegOI/AAAAAAAAAs0/njLFsxJKlOg/s400/Os%2BMegatoxos%2Be%2Ba%2Bespada%2Besmeralda.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615076770205040866" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;   Ruxe, Lúa, Faísca e Ninfa están a vivir un curso escolar ben  emocionante. Tras desenvolver por accidente estraños poderes, un  milleiro de problemas comezan a xurdir nas súas vidas. Na procura dunha  solución para a súa mutación xenética, viaxarán desta vez ao medievo,  onde atoparán un antigo e misterioso mosteiro en que nada é o que  parece.&lt;br /&gt;Nesta nova aventura, os Megatoxos deberán medir a súa  intelixencia e valor entre códices medievais, nunha biblioteca chea de  enigmas e perigos, situación que porá en xogo a súa amizade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1324743545504859186-5696994715928384092?l=colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/feeds/5696994715928384092/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1324743545504859186&amp;postID=5696994715928384092&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/5696994715928384092'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/5696994715928384092'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/2011/05/os-megatoxos-ii-espada-esmeralda.html' title='Os megatoxos II, A espada esmeralda'/><author><name>Colegas das palabras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332574620899275884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/SCHcZxdmcJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0mfvg1rsLD0/S220/logo.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WA-Tyv6tKwA/TezCkpKegOI/AAAAAAAAAs0/njLFsxJKlOg/s72-c/Os%2BMegatoxos%2Be%2Ba%2Bespada%2Besmeralda.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324743545504859186.post-328130491227534779</id><published>2011-05-19T12:09:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-06T13:59:29.966+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lecturas 1º ESO'/><title type='text'>O misterio das badaladas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KOiQftc-TJs/TezBFrlWsRI/AAAAAAAAAss/h2oFHxEMvEU/s1600/badaladas9914207.GIF"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 143px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KOiQftc-TJs/TezBFrlWsRI/AAAAAAAAAss/h2oFHxEMvEU/s400/badaladas9914207.GIF" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5615075138767073554" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="resena"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No campanario da igrexa de Eiranova acaban  de instalar un reloxo. Comezan a soar por primeira vez as badaladas que  anunciarán a todos os habitantes que son as doce da noite. Unha, dúas,  tres..., dez, once... Entón sucede algo que haberá dar nun acontecemento  que só cinco rapaces resoltos e afoutados quererán pescudar até  encontrar explicación para un fenómeno que a todos confunde. ..&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1324743545504859186-328130491227534779?l=colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/feeds/328130491227534779/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1324743545504859186&amp;postID=328130491227534779&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/328130491227534779'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/328130491227534779'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/2011/05/o-misterio-das-badaladas.html' title='O misterio das badaladas'/><author><name>Colegas das palabras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332574620899275884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/SCHcZxdmcJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0mfvg1rsLD0/S220/logo.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-KOiQftc-TJs/TezBFrlWsRI/AAAAAAAAAss/h2oFHxEMvEU/s72-c/badaladas9914207.GIF' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324743545504859186.post-3211878660243889813</id><published>2011-05-19T12:05:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T12:08:14.370+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lecturas 1º ESO'/><title type='text'>Amar e outros verbos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X9ynewVAbRs/TdTsBkBSlsI/AAAAAAAAAqg/dt4fMObvQeA/s1600/amar.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 105px; height: 160px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X9ynewVAbRs/TdTsBkBSlsI/AAAAAAAAAqg/dt4fMObvQeA/s400/amar.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608366947576223426" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;                   &lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#5b5b5b;"&gt;   Conxunto de vinte e cinco poemas en verso libre       titulados con cadanseu verbo, segundo a orde alfabética, que       constitúe o punto de partida para o motivo lírico.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Arial, Times New Roman;font-size:85%;color:#5b5b5b;"&gt; Ler o libro é viaxar para atoparse a un       mesmo, para volver á cerna onde sempre estivemos porque "os poetas       escriben / con follas de ouro branco / e ollos de maxia (...) / onde nós       só vemos / campo gris e amezante". Por iso esta poesía é       como unha praza "onde caben os nenos / que habitan os domingos / e comen       chocolate / e rin fóra das sombras". &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1324743545504859186-3211878660243889813?l=colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/feeds/3211878660243889813/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1324743545504859186&amp;postID=3211878660243889813&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/3211878660243889813'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/3211878660243889813'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/2011/05/amar-e-outros-verbos.html' title='Amar e outros verbos'/><author><name>Colegas das palabras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332574620899275884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/SCHcZxdmcJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0mfvg1rsLD0/S220/logo.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-X9ynewVAbRs/TdTsBkBSlsI/AAAAAAAAAqg/dt4fMObvQeA/s72-c/amar.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324743545504859186.post-6761597458883404421</id><published>2011-05-19T11:59:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T12:05:09.489+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lecturas 3º ESO'/><title type='text'>A pedra da serpe</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LASDifA61zk/TdTrRJCBuUI/AAAAAAAAAqY/mw__wiJEc-I/s1600/a%2Bpedra%2Bda%2Bserpe.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 191px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LASDifA61zk/TdTrRJCBuUI/AAAAAAAAAqY/mw__wiJEc-I/s400/a%2Bpedra%2Bda%2Bserpe.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608366115697834306" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;    Estevo, un pobre rapaz dunha aldea asturiana, tenta salvar a vida da súa irmá que foi picada por unha víbora. Este heroico propósito lévao a un destino tráxico. Co trasfondo da invasión francesa confundiranse o asasinato e a vinganza.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1324743545504859186-6761597458883404421?l=colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/feeds/6761597458883404421/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1324743545504859186&amp;postID=6761597458883404421&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/6761597458883404421'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/6761597458883404421'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/2011/05/pedra-da-serpe.html' title='A pedra da serpe'/><author><name>Colegas das palabras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332574620899275884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/SCHcZxdmcJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0mfvg1rsLD0/S220/logo.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LASDifA61zk/TdTrRJCBuUI/AAAAAAAAAqY/mw__wiJEc-I/s72-c/a%2Bpedra%2Bda%2Bserpe.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324743545504859186.post-6752133396985193958</id><published>2011-05-19T11:55:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T11:58:02.534+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lecturas 4º ESO'/><title type='text'>Vento ferido</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6dVuE9xgnII/TdTpXekdVGI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/sVmR66sfBWg/s1600/vento.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 183px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6dVuE9xgnII/TdTpXekdVGI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/sVmR66sfBWg/s400/vento.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608364025535353954" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Nestes doce relatos marcados pola violencia, a soidade e o fatalismo,  abrolla xa a a mirada orixinal tinguida pola necesidade de comprensión e  o impulso solidario do autor. Narrativa anovadora, que busca a plena  comunicación co lector e lectora para afondar nos sentimentos e na  vivencia humana do tempo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1324743545504859186-6752133396985193958?l=colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/feeds/6752133396985193958/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1324743545504859186&amp;postID=6752133396985193958&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/6752133396985193958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/6752133396985193958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/2011/05/vento-ferido.html' title='Vento ferido'/><author><name>Colegas das palabras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332574620899275884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/SCHcZxdmcJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0mfvg1rsLD0/S220/logo.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-6dVuE9xgnII/TdTpXekdVGI/AAAAAAAAAqQ/sVmR66sfBWg/s72-c/vento.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324743545504859186.post-2404445844304040069</id><published>2011-05-19T11:47:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T11:51:51.695+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lecturas 1º BACH'/><title type='text'>O crepúsculo e as formigas</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p4oO8IBR838/TdToIxpjQvI/AAAAAAAAAqI/o5Bljz9ltFc/s1600/formigasLRG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p4oO8IBR838/TdToIxpjQvI/AAAAAAAAAqI/o5Bljz9ltFc/s400/formigasLRG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608362673447322354" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;&lt;strong&gt;O&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/em&gt; &lt;i&gt;&lt;strong&gt;crepúsculo e as formigas (1961)&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/i&gt;,   é a segunda colección de relatos de X.L Méndez Ferrín. Caracterízase  pola creación dun ambiente de terror, onde as persoas camiñan coma  formigas en fila, movidas por forzas cegas que impoñente un tráxico  destino. A brevedade e densidade dos relatos está apoiada polas  recorrencias do discurso, que incorpora variados procedementos técnicos:  o emprego da estructura epistolar, do monólogo interior, da ruptura  temporal, da técnica cinematográfica… O enfoque neboento, difuminado,  vertebra as historias deste libro, tal como o propio autor declara ao  comezo do libro.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1324743545504859186-2404445844304040069?l=colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/feeds/2404445844304040069/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1324743545504859186&amp;postID=2404445844304040069&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/2404445844304040069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/2404445844304040069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/2011/05/o-crepusculo-e-as-formigas.html' title='O crepúsculo e as formigas'/><author><name>Colegas das palabras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332574620899275884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/SCHcZxdmcJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0mfvg1rsLD0/S220/logo.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-p4oO8IBR838/TdToIxpjQvI/AAAAAAAAAqI/o5Bljz9ltFc/s72-c/formigasLRG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324743545504859186.post-2569642959278460296</id><published>2011-05-19T11:44:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T11:46:22.556+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lecturas 1º BACH'/><title type='text'>O frío azul</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bl3NF6CKoFw/TdTm4FYPvoI/AAAAAAAAAqA/KeGHrZdfDdk/s1600/O_frio_azul.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 106px; height: 160px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bl3NF6CKoFw/TdTm4FYPvoI/AAAAAAAAAqA/KeGHrZdfDdk/s400/O_frio_azul.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608361287174045314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   O frío azul..  Ano 1517. Nunha escura invernía, desafiando unha mesta  nevarada, un viaxeiro chega ao mosteiro de Oseira. Acarrexa unha  misteriosa bagaxe, a fonda tristeza do seu corazón mancado e, sobre  todo, a ansia por saber a calquera prezo a razón da súa insólita  desventura.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1324743545504859186-2569642959278460296?l=colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/feeds/2569642959278460296/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1324743545504859186&amp;postID=2569642959278460296&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/2569642959278460296'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/2569642959278460296'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/2011/05/o-frio-azul.html' title='O frío azul'/><author><name>Colegas das palabras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332574620899275884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/SCHcZxdmcJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0mfvg1rsLD0/S220/logo.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-bl3NF6CKoFw/TdTm4FYPvoI/AAAAAAAAAqA/KeGHrZdfDdk/s72-c/O_frio_azul.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324743545504859186.post-3798131849242700261</id><published>2011-05-19T11:35:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-19T11:44:05.103+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lecturas 1º BACH'/><title type='text'>Sabor a ti</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fgJTkhabWg4/TdTk8ITCv6I/AAAAAAAAAp4/oEkosOESEtg/s1600/sabor5_LRG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 150px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fgJTkhabWg4/TdTk8ITCv6I/AAAAAAAAAp4/oEkosOESEtg/s400/sabor5_LRG.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608359157653749666" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:100%;"&gt;É Sabor a Ti unha historia de amor que agroma á altura dos corenta  anos, pero é tamén unha historia da insatisfacción, do cotián, do  doméstico, do desencanto definitivo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1324743545504859186-3798131849242700261?l=colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/feeds/3798131849242700261/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1324743545504859186&amp;postID=3798131849242700261&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/3798131849242700261'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/3798131849242700261'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/2011/05/sabor-ti.html' title='Sabor a ti'/><author><name>Colegas das palabras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332574620899275884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/SCHcZxdmcJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0mfvg1rsLD0/S220/logo.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fgJTkhabWg4/TdTk8ITCv6I/AAAAAAAAAp4/oEkosOESEtg/s72-c/sabor5_LRG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324743545504859186.post-5919887261022856413</id><published>2011-05-18T13:17:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T13:25:02.046+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lecturas 1º BACH'/><title type='text'>Un millón de vacas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7rMgSWYMmeY/TdOsgBThv3I/AAAAAAAAApI/ffqndR526NU/s1600/millon.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 155px; height: 202px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7rMgSWYMmeY/TdOsgBThv3I/AAAAAAAAApI/ffqndR526NU/s400/millon.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608015627112529778" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;    Relatos escritos cunha prosa limpa e sincera, chea de tenrura, de gracia e vivacidade, a través das que sentimos as raigañas e as fendas da terra nestas historias ateigadas de inxenuidade, de optimismo e de ironía. Esta é a Galicia cotiá, descrita con grande sensibilidade e cunha explosión de humor que nace dos constrastes e da espontaneidade. Esta é a escrita áxil, sagaz e rica de quen hoxe se configura como o escritor galego máis universal. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1324743545504859186-5919887261022856413?l=colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/feeds/5919887261022856413/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1324743545504859186&amp;postID=5919887261022856413&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/5919887261022856413'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/5919887261022856413'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/2011/05/un-millon-de-vacas.html' title='Un millón de vacas'/><author><name>Colegas das palabras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332574620899275884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/SCHcZxdmcJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0mfvg1rsLD0/S220/logo.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-7rMgSWYMmeY/TdOsgBThv3I/AAAAAAAAApI/ffqndR526NU/s72-c/millon.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324743545504859186.post-845372813152575805</id><published>2011-05-17T14:45:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-22T18:57:03.901+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><title type='text'>17 de Maio: Manifesto Queremos galego</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe width="425" height="344" src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/CBSy9XQMcaQ" frameborder="0" allowfullscreen&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1324743545504859186-845372813152575805?l=colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/feeds/845372813152575805/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1324743545504859186&amp;postID=845372813152575805&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/845372813152575805'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/845372813152575805'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/2011/05/17-de-maio-manifesto-queremos-galego.html' title='17 de Maio: Manifesto Queremos galego'/><author><name>Colegas das palabras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332574620899275884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/SCHcZxdmcJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0mfvg1rsLD0/S220/logo.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/CBSy9XQMcaQ/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324743545504859186.post-7257119626417459976</id><published>2011-05-12T22:12:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-31T13:41:58.600+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><title type='text'>“Oito cancións para oito poemas de Lois Pereiro”</title><content type='html'>&lt;iframe src="http://www.youtube.com/embed/WiNXpNc5Afo" allowfullscreen="" width="425" frameborder="0" height="344"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O 12 de maio ás 18 horas presentouse o libro-cd "Oito cancións para oito  poemas de Lois Pereiro". Foi un acto máis dos numerosos que se están a  facer por toda Galiza. Estaba Alexandre González, que se ocupa da  música,  Xabier Deive, Lino Braxe... e un público moi cariñoso (entre os  que se encontraban alumnado do IES Lagoa de Antela e J. Prieto  Nespereira. Tamén a actriz Antela Cid que pola mañá representara a obra  teatral "Mundo Lois" con Lino Braxe.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1324743545504859186-7257119626417459976?l=colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/feeds/7257119626417459976/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1324743545504859186&amp;postID=7257119626417459976&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/7257119626417459976'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/7257119626417459976'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/2011/05/oito-cancions-para-oito-poemas-de-lois.html' title='“Oito cancións para oito poemas de Lois Pereiro”'/><author><name>Colegas das palabras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332574620899275884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/SCHcZxdmcJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0mfvg1rsLD0/S220/logo.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://img.youtube.com/vi/WiNXpNc5Afo/default.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324743545504859186.post-6957381053597983749</id><published>2011-04-11T12:37:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-11T12:40:40.025+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='ACTIVIDADES'/><title type='text'>BLOG PARA A EXCURSIÓN AO VAL DAS ELLAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fya6dfybZuU/TaLal2r3hgI/AAAAAAAAAo4/n_V0cKaYdhk/s1600/3969-98676-a-Grupo%2BPrieto%2B-%2Bcopia.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 316px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fya6dfybZuU/TaLal2r3hgI/AAAAAAAAAo4/n_V0cKaYdhk/s400/3969-98676-a-Grupo%2BPrieto%2B-%2Bcopia.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5594274031017100802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os tres institutos que imos compartir viaxe ao Val das Ellas ou de Xálima (IES Prieto Nespereira, IES Monte Carrasco e IES Lagoa de Antela) creamos un blog para colgar todo o material (investigación, actividades, vídeos...) sobre este proxecto.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.blogoteca.com/montelagoanespereira/"&gt;Monte Lagoa Nespereira no Val de Xálima&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1324743545504859186-6957381053597983749?l=colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/feeds/6957381053597983749/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1324743545504859186&amp;postID=6957381053597983749&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/6957381053597983749'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/6957381053597983749'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/2011/04/blog-para-excursion-ao-val-das-ellas.html' title='BLOG PARA A EXCURSIÓN AO VAL DAS ELLAS'/><author><name>Colegas das palabras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332574620899275884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/SCHcZxdmcJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0mfvg1rsLD0/S220/logo.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-Fya6dfybZuU/TaLal2r3hgI/AAAAAAAAAo4/n_V0cKaYdhk/s72-c/3969-98676-a-Grupo%2BPrieto%2B-%2Bcopia.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324743545504859186.post-8347752318065870175</id><published>2010-12-02T10:17:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T13:34:24.650+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lecturas 1º ESO'/><title type='text'>Prohibido casar papá!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ndWSfjK2fWc/TdOut1p7nrI/AAAAAAAAApY/gbhCyHUKt4s/s1600/prohibid.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 125px; height: 220px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ndWSfjK2fWc/TdOut1p7nrI/AAAAAAAAApY/gbhCyHUKt4s/s400/prohibid.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608018063526698674" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify; font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;i&gt;    Prohibido        casar, papá!&lt;/i&gt; ten como protagonista a Elia, unha rapaza de catorce        anos, orfa de nai, que asiste ó romance entre o seu pai e unha muller        pola que ela non sente simpatía ningunha. Internada nun hospital        por mor dunha operación de apendicite, Elia alterna a rememoración        dos momentos máis importantes da súa vida coas visitas que        recibe dos seus familiares e tamén de Berta, a odiada moza do seu        pai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1324743545504859186-8347752318065870175?l=colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/feeds/8347752318065870175/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1324743545504859186&amp;postID=8347752318065870175&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/8347752318065870175'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/8347752318065870175'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/2010/12/prohibido-casar-papa.html' title='Prohibido casar papá!'/><author><name>Colegas das palabras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332574620899275884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/SCHcZxdmcJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0mfvg1rsLD0/S220/logo.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-ndWSfjK2fWc/TdOut1p7nrI/AAAAAAAAApY/gbhCyHUKt4s/s72-c/prohibid.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324743545504859186.post-4750790344721397858</id><published>2010-12-02T10:05:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T13:36:48.020+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lecturas 1º ESO'/><title type='text'>O caribú namorado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l4PFQfz8m1g/TdOvMcor_mI/AAAAAAAAApg/cukPhM1hb9s/s1600/caribu.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 127px; height: 189px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l4PFQfz8m1g/TdOvMcor_mI/AAAAAAAAApg/cukPhM1hb9s/s400/caribu.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608018589386538594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span class=""&gt;     &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;Na aldea de Nunavut chegou o verán. O número de horas de  luz e de claridade foi aumentando e os días ledos foron chegando. Todas  as familias estan reunidas na qalgie, a cabana das cerimonias. Esa  noite, o xamán Ainuk vai realizar a súa viaxe. O que Ainuk ve é a rota  que seguen os caribús ao subiren á costa na busca de pasteiros, e desa  rota depende a vida de toda a aldea.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Autores:&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt; Abeleira Álvarez, Xoán; Fernández Serrano, Jacobo (Ilustrador/a)&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;u style="font-family: arial;"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Editorial: &lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:arial;"&gt;XERAIS&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1324743545504859186-4750790344721397858?l=colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/feeds/4750790344721397858/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1324743545504859186&amp;postID=4750790344721397858&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/4750790344721397858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/4750790344721397858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/2010/12/o-caribu-namorado.html' title='O caribú namorado'/><author><name>Colegas das palabras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332574620899275884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/SCHcZxdmcJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0mfvg1rsLD0/S220/logo.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-l4PFQfz8m1g/TdOvMcor_mI/AAAAAAAAApg/cukPhM1hb9s/s72-c/caribu.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324743545504859186.post-2289320440693406265</id><published>2010-12-02T09:52:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T13:38:57.686+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lecturas 1º ESO'/><title type='text'>A pedra de seixo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fIwzHEBPD3o/TdOvwhjJtFI/AAAAAAAAApo/lr4jwYtEZKE/s1600/pedra.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 130px; height: 196px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fIwzHEBPD3o/TdOvwhjJtFI/AAAAAAAAApo/lr4jwYtEZKE/s400/pedra.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608019209180787794" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;   &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;  Unha aventura que comeza cun regalo de aniversario: unha bóla de cristal  ...  máxica.  Todo pode pasar cando un grupo de amigos, nunha tarde sen  nada que facer, deciden sacarlle partido a unha esfera tan  sorprendente.  Velaquí unha historia de misterio que te ha manter en  tensión ata o final, co corazón a dar brincos e os dedos suorentos  pasando as páxinas con degoro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autora: María Canosa Blanco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ed. Sotelo Blanco&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1324743545504859186-2289320440693406265?l=colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/feeds/2289320440693406265/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1324743545504859186&amp;postID=2289320440693406265&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/2289320440693406265'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/2289320440693406265'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/2010/12/pedra-de-seixo.html' title='A pedra de seixo'/><author><name>Colegas das palabras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332574620899275884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/SCHcZxdmcJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0mfvg1rsLD0/S220/logo.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-fIwzHEBPD3o/TdOvwhjJtFI/AAAAAAAAApo/lr4jwYtEZKE/s72-c/pedra.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324743545504859186.post-2784433814924622601</id><published>2010-12-02T09:48:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2011-05-18T14:10:11.788+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lecturas 1º ESO'/><title type='text'>O clan da loba</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rt7SdA5zcTo/TdOwMMR5rtI/AAAAAAAAApw/cH6hM6PwV5Q/s1600/oclandaloba.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 120px; height: 183px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rt7SdA5zcTo/TdOwMMR5rtI/AAAAAAAAApw/cH6hM6PwV5Q/s400/oclandaloba.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5608019684507627218" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Desde tempos inmemoriais, os clans das bruxas Omar viviron agochándose  das sanguinarias bruxas Odish e agardando a chegada da elixida pola  profecía.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Agora os astros confirman que o tempo está próximo. Anaíd, que viviu  durante os seus catorce anos de vida apartada nunha vila do Pireneo,  ignora os segredos que teñen que ver coas mulleres da súa familia... Ata  que a misteriosa desaparición da súa nai, Selene a roxa, a enfronta  cunha verdade tan arrepiante coma incrible e obrígaa a percorrer un  longo camiño cheo de perigos e de descubrimentos...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1324743545504859186-2784433814924622601?l=colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/feeds/2784433814924622601/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1324743545504859186&amp;postID=2784433814924622601&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/2784433814924622601'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/2784433814924622601'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/2010/12/o-clan-da-loba.html' title='O clan da loba'/><author><name>Colegas das palabras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332574620899275884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/SCHcZxdmcJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0mfvg1rsLD0/S220/logo.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-rt7SdA5zcTo/TdOwMMR5rtI/AAAAAAAAApw/cH6hM6PwV5Q/s72-c/oclandaloba.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324743545504859186.post-5406334420124788214</id><published>2010-11-04T19:19:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-11-04T19:21:23.293+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A NOSA LINGUA'/><title type='text'>Web 2.0 en galego</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="width:425px" id="__ss_2618415"&gt;&lt;strong style="display:block;margin:12px 0 4px"&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.slideshare.net/xanocebreiro/web-20-en-galego" title="Web 2.0 en galego"&gt;Web 2.0 en galego&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;object id="__sse2618415" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;param name="movie" value="http://static.slidesharecdn.com/swf/ssplayer2.swf?doc=web20gz-091130174550-phpapp02&amp;stripped_title=web-20-en-galego&amp;userName=xanocebreiro" /&gt;&lt;param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"/&gt;&lt;param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"/&gt;&lt;embed name="__sse2618415" src="http://static.slidesharecdn.com/swf/ssplayer2.swf?doc=web20gz-091130174550-phpapp02&amp;stripped_title=web-20-en-galego&amp;userName=xanocebreiro" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowscriptaccess="always" allowfullscreen="true" width="425" height="355"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/object&gt;&lt;div style="padding:5px 0 12px"&gt;View more &lt;a href="http://www.slideshare.net/"&gt;presentations&lt;/a&gt; from &lt;a href="http://www.slideshare.net/xanocebreiro"&gt;luciano fernández&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1324743545504859186-5406334420124788214?l=colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/feeds/5406334420124788214/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1324743545504859186&amp;postID=5406334420124788214&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/5406334420124788214'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/5406334420124788214'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/2010/11/web-20-en-galego.html' title='Web 2.0 en galego'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16619032827636285631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324743545504859186.post-3266285595730750844</id><published>2010-10-15T12:03:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-15T12:23:29.387+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CINE'/><title type='text'>Retornos, unha estrea nas aulas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/TLgrWzDELFI/AAAAAAAAAno/v0d1f367rTU/s1600/P1030516.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/TLgrWzDELFI/AAAAAAAAAno/v0d1f367rTU/s320/P1030516.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528216213257464914" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Onte, 14 de outubro, no IES Julio Prieto Nespereira, estendemos a alfombra vermella para a proxección de &lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=0dPqGrXtoSg"&gt;"Retornos";&lt;/a&gt; unha longametraxe da produtora Vaca Films que non fará a estrea oficial até o 29 deste mes. Na semana que vén tamén se presentará no Festival de Cine de Valladolid.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;Contamos co director, Luís Avilés, o protagonista Xavier Estévez e a actriz María Tasende. Un luxo para tod@s nós.&lt;br /&gt;A peli conta a historia de Álvaro (Xavier Estévez), personaxe en desacougo continuo, que tras dez anos de "fuxida" persoal, volve ao enterro de seu pai e ao reencontro coa súa filla e o seu pasado.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/TLgrhdEtvdI/AAAAAAAAAnw/zKlB9rfmmDc/s1600/retornos1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="display: block; margin: 0px auto 10px; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 400px; height: 251px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/TLgrhdEtvdI/AAAAAAAAAnw/zKlB9rfmmDc/s400/retornos1.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5528216396337364434" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1324743545504859186-3266285595730750844?l=colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/feeds/3266285595730750844/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1324743545504859186&amp;postID=3266285595730750844&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/3266285595730750844'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/3266285595730750844'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/2010/10/retornos-unha-estrea-nas-aulas.html' title='Retornos, unha estrea nas aulas'/><author><name>Colegas das palabras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332574620899275884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/SCHcZxdmcJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0mfvg1rsLD0/S220/logo.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/TLgrWzDELFI/AAAAAAAAAno/v0d1f367rTU/s72-c/P1030516.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324743545504859186.post-3242954009124821391</id><published>2010-10-13T12:09:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-10-13T12:12:24.947+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lecturas 1º BACH'/><title type='text'>Seis cordas e un corazón</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/TLWFwRH5xBI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Q7AoMgG954c/s1600/978-84-9782-584-9.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float: left; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; cursor: pointer; width: 131px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/TLWFwRH5xBI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/Q7AoMgG954c/s200/978-84-9782-584-9.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5527471181943915538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Seis cordas e un corazón foi posiblemente o primeiro libro galego escrito en argot urbano. O seu argumento bebe dos temas claves da cultura moza de finais dos oitenta: sexo, drogas e rock and roll. A súa escrita visual e fluída, cercana ao cómic e ao cine, e as súas personaxes e aventuras urbanas e disparatadas, converteron o libro nun éxito inmediato.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1324743545504859186-3242954009124821391?l=colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/feeds/3242954009124821391/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1324743545504859186&amp;postID=3242954009124821391&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/3242954009124821391'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' 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momento, despréndese que a densidade media é de 36 topónimos por quilómetro cadrado, sendo a máis elevada ata agora en Cangas (182 topónimos por quilómetro cadrado). O nome que máis se repite, a falta de completar o traballo de campo en todos os concellos de Galicia, é o de A Cortiña, do que xa se levan rexistrados 1.165 casos.&lt;br /&gt;Case 400.000 topónimos que xa se poden consultar na &lt;a href="http://toponimia.xunta.es/gl/inicio"&gt;páxina web&lt;/a&gt;.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1324743545504859186-288872938480699337?l=colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/feeds/288872938480699337/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1324743545504859186&amp;postID=288872938480699337&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/288872938480699337'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/288872938480699337'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/2010/05/nova-paxina-web-de-toponimia-de-galicia.html' title='Nova páxina web de Toponimia de Galicia.'/><author><name>Colegas das palabras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332574620899275884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/SCHcZxdmcJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0mfvg1rsLD0/S220/logo.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324743545504859186.post-4505493796549478965</id><published>2010-05-11T18:13:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-11T18:18:33.953+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='letras galegas'/><title type='text'>Os arrodeos e desvios do Camiño de Santiago e outras rotas, por Uxío Novoneyra</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-family: lucida grande;font-size:100%;" &gt;Mapa con algúns versos do poeta do Courel adicados a distintos lugares de Galicia vinculados -ou non- coa milenaria «rota» a Santiago.&lt;br /&gt;Extraídos do libro: Os arrodeos e desvios do Camiño de Santiago e outras rotas, por Uxío Novoneyra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;iframe width="425" height="350" frameborder="0" scrolling="no" marginheight="0" marginwidth="0" src="http://maps.google.es/maps/ms?hl=es&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;msa=0&amp;amp;msid=111135843401235923497.000485edb9bdf6469769b&amp;amp;t=h&amp;amp;ll=42.835696,-7.67395&amp;amp;spn=2.819681,4.669189&amp;amp;z=7&amp;amp;output=embed"&gt;&lt;/iframe&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;small&gt;Ver &lt;a href="http://maps.google.es/maps/ms?hl=es&amp;amp;ie=UTF8&amp;amp;msa=0&amp;amp;msid=111135843401235923497.000485edb9bdf6469769b&amp;amp;t=h&amp;amp;ll=42.835696,-7.67395&amp;amp;spn=2.819681,4.669189&amp;amp;z=7&amp;amp;source=embed" style="color:#0000FF;text-align:left"&gt;Os arrodeos e desvios do Camiño de Santiago e outras rotas, por Uxío Novoneyra&lt;/a&gt; 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Parabéns!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://vimeo.com/11373536"&gt;http://vimeo.com/11373536&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X9ctjGe5iAQ"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=X9ctjGe5iAQ&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1324743545504859186-5857277817301205665?l=colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/feeds/5857277817301205665/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1324743545504859186&amp;postID=5857277817301205665&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/5857277817301205665'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/5857277817301205665'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/2010/05/galegando.html' title='Galegando'/><author><name>Colegas das palabras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332574620899275884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/SCHcZxdmcJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0mfvg1rsLD0/S220/logo.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324743545504859186.post-8431629020927314117</id><published>2010-05-04T19:27:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-05-04T19:33:55.064+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='CULTURA GALEGA'/><title type='text'>Podes voar coa poesía</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ONDCVSTGXE/S-BafXvquVI/AAAAAAAAAGM/hrKArr7eql0/s1600/thumb_550_tem_15369.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 233px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ONDCVSTGXE/S-BafXvquVI/AAAAAAAAAGM/hrKArr7eql0/s320/thumb_550_tem_15369.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5467469442624174418" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://www.culturagalega.org/noticia.php?id=15369&amp;amp;soportal="&gt;CULTURAGALEGA.ORG&lt;/a&gt; adapta para google earth unha antoloxía poética da Costa da Morte.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1324743545504859186-8431629020927314117?l=colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/feeds/8431629020927314117/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1324743545504859186&amp;postID=8431629020927314117&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/8431629020927314117'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/8431629020927314117'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/2010/05/podes-voar-coa-poesia.html' title='Podes voar coa poesía'/><author><name>Ana</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16619032827636285631</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_3ONDCVSTGXE/S-BafXvquVI/AAAAAAAAAGM/hrKArr7eql0/s72-c/thumb_550_tem_15369.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324743545504859186.post-7652433694893551758</id><published>2010-04-29T21:49:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-29T22:11:44.510+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Concursos'/><title type='text'>Botando abaixo os prexuízos</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="center"&gt;As rapazas e rapaces de 2º ESO-C están cansas e cansos de que haxa prexuízos falsos con respecto á nosa lingua, por iso elaboraron estes slogans e carteis para que todos e todas nos decatemos de que a &lt;strong&gt;nosa lingua é un tesouro!!!&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Pero isto non remata aquí: mira, le e observa os seus traballos; se che gusta deixa un comentario. &lt;strong&gt;Aquel slogan que teñan máis comentarios positivos leva premio!!!!&lt;/strong&gt; Tedes de prazo ata o Días das Letras!!!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/S9nmzaermbI/AAAAAAAAAnA/1EmqsiTf9eE/s1600/CIMG0531.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465653393746532786" style="WIDTH: 196px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 141px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/S9nmzaermbI/AAAAAAAAAnA/1EmqsiTf9eE/s200/CIMG0531.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/S9nlgcCyUnI/AAAAAAAAAm4/0N6ZF17V4s4/s1600/CIMG0537.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465651968237261426" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/S9nlgcCyUnI/AAAAAAAAAm4/0N6ZF17V4s4/s200/CIMG0537.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/S9nlf71-NQI/AAAAAAAAAmw/fiwLJbnTA-o/s1600/CIMG0535.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465651959593579778" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/S9nlf71-NQI/AAAAAAAAAmw/fiwLJbnTA-o/s200/CIMG0535.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/S9nlfWjp_7I/AAAAAAAAAmo/p4p9lNUWsAo/s1600/CIMG0533.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5465651949584646066" style="WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 150px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/S9nlfWjp_7I/AAAAAAAAAmo/p4p9lNUWsAo/s200/CIMG0533.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/S9nlfHk16oI/AAAAAAAAAmg/Znp2kewfdlk/s1600/CIMG0531.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1324743545504859186-7652433694893551758?l=colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/feeds/7652433694893551758/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1324743545504859186&amp;postID=7652433694893551758&amp;isPopup=true' title='98 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/7652433694893551758'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/7652433694893551758'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/2010/04/botando-abaixo-os-prexuizos.html' title='Botando abaixo os prexuízos'/><author><name>Colegas das palabras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332574620899275884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/SCHcZxdmcJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0mfvg1rsLD0/S220/logo.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/S9nmzaermbI/AAAAAAAAAnA/1EmqsiTf9eE/s72-c/CIMG0531.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>98</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324743545504859186.post-7395504865967939461</id><published>2010-04-22T19:54:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-22T19:55:49.595+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><title type='text'>Mira e aprenderás moito sobre Uxío Novoneyra</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S6a3WKMRYO0&amp;amp;feature=related"&gt;http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=S6a3WKMRYO0&amp;amp;feature=related&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Vídeo didáctico sobre a figura de Uxío Novoneyra elaborado polo CPI dos Dices (Rois) e o CPI da Baña.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1324743545504859186-7395504865967939461?l=colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/feeds/7395504865967939461/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1324743545504859186&amp;postID=7395504865967939461&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/7395504865967939461'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/7395504865967939461'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/2010/04/mira-e-aprenderas-moito-sobre-uxio.html' title='Mira e aprenderás moito sobre Uxío Novoneyra'/><author><name>Colegas das palabras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332574620899275884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/SCHcZxdmcJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0mfvg1rsLD0/S220/logo.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324743545504859186.post-8355451042528732729</id><published>2010-04-20T19:52:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T19:59:11.947+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lecturas 1º BACH'/><title type='text'>Acio sanguento</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/S83rRkPKp0I/AAAAAAAAAmA/AMDTkQr4PfY/s1600/acio.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 125px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/S83rRkPKp0I/AAAAAAAAAmA/AMDTkQr4PfY/s200/acio.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462280610087872322" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Daniel Sieiro, un policía capaz de ver ata debaixo do alcatrán, e o seu axudante Maquieira deben averiguar quen é o autor do truculentos asasinato de Xulio Afonso, un profesor de instituto, no que axiña detectan a existencia de moitos ángulos mortos e detalles, aparentemente insignificantes, tras os que se ocultan segredos, mentiras e unha historia de amor.&lt;br /&gt;Autor: Carlos Freire Cordeiro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1324743545504859186-8355451042528732729?l=colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/feeds/8355451042528732729/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1324743545504859186&amp;postID=8355451042528732729&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/8355451042528732729'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/8355451042528732729'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/2010/04/acio-sanguento.html' title='Acio sanguento'/><author><name>Colegas das palabras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332574620899275884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/SCHcZxdmcJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0mfvg1rsLD0/S220/logo.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/S83rRkPKp0I/AAAAAAAAAmA/AMDTkQr4PfY/s72-c/acio.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324743545504859186.post-5613201015898524420</id><published>2010-04-20T15:56:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T15:56:49.829+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='videos'/><title type='text'>Festival Queremos Galego</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://www.blogoteca.com/nlcampolongo/index.php?cod=83344" target="l"&gt;http://www.blogoteca.com/nlcampolongo/index.php?cod=83344&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1324743545504859186-5613201015898524420?l=colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/feeds/5613201015898524420/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1324743545504859186&amp;postID=5613201015898524420&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/5613201015898524420'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/5613201015898524420'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/2010/04/festival-queremos-galego.html' title='Festival Queremos Galego'/><author><name>Colegas das palabras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332574620899275884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/SCHcZxdmcJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0mfvg1rsLD0/S220/logo.png'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324743545504859186.post-709858571951277616</id><published>2010-04-20T12:26:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-20T12:29:43.388+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lecturas 1º BACH'/><title type='text'>Morrer en Castrelo de Miño</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/S82B7W8GeFI/AAAAAAAAAl4/u8gQRfFG86Q/s1600/castrelo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 122px; height: 200px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/S82B7W8GeFI/AAAAAAAAAl4/u8gQRfFG86Q/s200/castrelo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5462164779840206930" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="Lreseart" class="tg10"&gt;No ano 1966, o fermoso e produtivo val de Castrelo foi asolagado por Fenosa para construír un encoro, co único fin de acumular enerxía eléctrica para a súa exportación, provocando o éxodo de máis de 8.000 persoas. A loita dos veciños para salvar o val recibiu apoio en todo o país e converteuse nun fito histórico da resistencia contra o caciquismo e a expoliación dos recursos naturais. Por iso, como di o autor, esta novela foi vítima no seu día dunha " conspiración do silencio " .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span id="Lreseart" class="tg10"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Autor: Xosé Fernández Ferreiro&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1324743545504859186-709858571951277616?l=colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/feeds/709858571951277616/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1324743545504859186&amp;postID=709858571951277616&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/709858571951277616'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/709858571951277616'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/2010/04/morrer-en-castrelo-de-mino.html' title='Morrer en Castrelo de Miño'/><author><name>Colegas das palabras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332574620899275884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/SCHcZxdmcJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0mfvg1rsLD0/S220/logo.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/S82B7W8GeFI/AAAAAAAAAl4/u8gQRfFG86Q/s72-c/castrelo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324743545504859186.post-828909773683402109</id><published>2010-04-15T18:55:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T18:59:46.933+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lecturas 1º BACH'/><title type='text'>Non hai misericordia</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/S8dFr5bGf9I/AAAAAAAAAlw/FTrYbKmiIto/s1600/9788483029909.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 100px; height: 159px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/S8dFr5bGf9I/AAAAAAAAAlw/FTrYbKmiIto/s200/9788483029909.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460409693661200338" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;A estructura de “Non hai misericordia” xira arredor dalgúns relatos que son o pretexto para que varios contertulios dialoguen nun programa radiofónico sobre o tema da violencia. Esta idea sérvelle ao autor para facer unha recreación paródica do xeito de expresarse que ten cada un dos participantes: un sociólogo, un teólogo, un psicólogo e un asistente social. Unha aposta arriscada e orixinal que procura e merece a complicidade do lector, conquistada cun uso da linguaxe coloquial moi ben dosificado, e que lle abre as portas da literatura ás realidades menos gratas da nosa sociedade.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Autor: Xelís de Toro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1324743545504859186-828909773683402109?l=colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/feeds/828909773683402109/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1324743545504859186&amp;postID=828909773683402109&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/828909773683402109'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/828909773683402109'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/2010/04/non-hai-misericordia.html' title='Non hai misericordia'/><author><name>Colegas das palabras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332574620899275884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/SCHcZxdmcJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0mfvg1rsLD0/S220/logo.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/S8dFr5bGf9I/AAAAAAAAAlw/FTrYbKmiIto/s72-c/9788483029909.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324743545504859186.post-4839856083749778015</id><published>2010-04-15T18:52:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T18:55:29.188+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lecturas 1º BACH'/><title type='text'>A recortada</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/S8dEuykXGrI/AAAAAAAAAlo/YneXp9fgTP4/s1600/recortad.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 125px; height: 198px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/S8dEuykXGrI/AAAAAAAAAlo/YneXp9fgTP4/s200/recortad.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460408643848968882" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; O destino xoga con Martín, poñéndolle nas mans unha recortada e enfrontándoo a un fuxido da xustiza nos seus anos mozos. A partires dese intre a arma converterase no seu sinal de identidade. Só a lembranza de Mariña, a que fora a súa mestra e fonte dos seus soños adolescentes, lle dará pulos para resistir. Pero outro atranco do destino deixará pegadas de morte ás súas costas, condenándoo definitivamente a ser unha víctima das circunstancias. Unha novela sobre o sentido tráxico da existencia, tecida sobre unha inquebrantable e intensa historia de amor.&lt;br /&gt;Autora: An Alfaya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1324743545504859186-4839856083749778015?l=colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/feeds/4839856083749778015/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1324743545504859186&amp;postID=4839856083749778015&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/4839856083749778015'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/4839856083749778015'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/2010/04/recortada.html' title='A recortada'/><author><name>Colegas das palabras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332574620899275884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/SCHcZxdmcJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0mfvg1rsLD0/S220/logo.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/S8dEuykXGrI/AAAAAAAAAlo/YneXp9fgTP4/s72-c/recortad.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324743545504859186.post-5849747776715783069</id><published>2010-04-15T18:49:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T14:06:55.352+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lecturas 1º BACH'/><title type='text'>Illa Soidade</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/S8dEKQmZMvI/AAAAAAAAAlg/kplMIMMHxBc/s1600/illa+soidade.jpg"&gt;&lt;img alt="" border="0" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460408016255398642" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/S8dEKQmZMvI/AAAAAAAAAlg/kplMIMMHxBc/s200/illa+soidade.jpg" style="cursor: pointer; float: left; height: 200px; margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; width: 126px;" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size: 85%;"&gt;Lucía, a piques de iniciar os estudos de xornalismo, vai rememorando nunha viaxe en tren a súa relación con Soa, unha esmoleira a quen coñeceu cando pretendía deter unha vaga de insolidariedade cos indixentes que se produce no seu barrio. Illa Soidade é unha novela iniciática que nos descobre unha vida marcada pola paixón e a soidade, con reflexións sobre a autonomía persoal e o respecto polo diferente.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autora: An Alfaya&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1324743545504859186-5849747776715783069?l=colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/feeds/5849747776715783069/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1324743545504859186&amp;postID=5849747776715783069&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/5849747776715783069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/5849747776715783069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/2010/04/illa-soidade.html' title='Illa Soidade'/><author><name>Colegas das palabras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332574620899275884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/SCHcZxdmcJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0mfvg1rsLD0/S220/logo.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/S8dEKQmZMvI/AAAAAAAAAlg/kplMIMMHxBc/s72-c/illa+soidade.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324743545504859186.post-6259491168392857111</id><published>2010-04-15T18:47:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-15T18:49:30.711+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lecturas 1º BACH'/><title type='text'>Areaquenta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/S8dDiMh_SgI/AAAAAAAAAlY/Se4BcbcGzkE/s1600/areaquente.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 107px; height: 160px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/S8dDiMh_SgI/AAAAAAAAAlY/Se4BcbcGzkE/s200/areaquente.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5460407327968414210" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; O fotógrafo Cristovo do Val, fuxindo da dolorosa experiencia do desamor, mergúllase nas desoladas ruelas de &lt;em&gt;Areaquente&lt;/em&gt;, un páramo baleiro, devorado pola seca e polas tormentas de area; A través dunha historia de  amores cruzados entre os personaxes, lévanos a decatarnos de que todo é arrastrado cara á nada, cara ao lado escuro dese espazo que se transformou en luz. Precisamente será con esa luz coa que debuxe imaxes Cristovo do Val, eterno buscador de fotos con cheiro.&lt;br /&gt;Autora: An Alfaya&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1324743545504859186-6259491168392857111?l=colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/feeds/6259491168392857111/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1324743545504859186&amp;postID=6259491168392857111&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/6259491168392857111'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/6259491168392857111'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/2010/04/areaquenta.html' title='Areaquenta'/><author><name>Colegas das palabras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332574620899275884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/SCHcZxdmcJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0mfvg1rsLD0/S220/logo.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/S8dDiMh_SgI/AAAAAAAAAlY/Se4BcbcGzkE/s72-c/areaquente.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324743545504859186.post-7218062491054570283</id><published>2010-04-14T12:13:00.002+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T12:16:40.149+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Música en galego'/><title type='text'>Cancións en galego</title><content type='html'>@s nos@s amig@s das Gabarras teñen unha recopilación de cancións galegas de todos os estilos. Visita o seu blog: &lt;a href="http://www.blogoteca.com/asgabarras/index.php?cod=80233"&gt;as gabarras&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1324743545504859186-7218062491054570283?l=colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/feeds/7218062491054570283/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1324743545504859186&amp;postID=7218062491054570283&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/7218062491054570283'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/7218062491054570283'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/2010/04/cancions-en-galego.html' title='Cancións en galego'/><author><name>Colegas das palabras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332574620899275884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/SCHcZxdmcJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0mfvg1rsLD0/S220/logo.png'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324743545504859186.post-5809034915194710084</id><published>2010-04-14T11:41:00.001+02:00</published><updated>2010-04-14T11:43:08.300+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='A NOSA LINGUA'/><title type='text'>Miña terra galega. 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href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/4163754700408321324'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/2010/04/san-valentin-dedicatoria-de-cristobal.html' title='san valentín... dedicatoria de Cristóbal'/><author><name>andrés</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/01122702544989477926</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324743545504859186.post-3239757799607766967</id><published>2010-03-16T14:07:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-16T14:10:05.828+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lecturas 3º ESO'/><title type='text'>A pomba e o degolado</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/S5-Cqt7tS9I/AAAAAAAAAk8/htLDZMChfmo/s1600-h/a_pombaeodegolado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 124px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/S5-Cqt7tS9I/AAAAAAAAAk8/htLDZMChfmo/s200/a_pombaeodegolado.jpg" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5449217744537734098" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;A aficción polos paxaros do seu avó e chatear, baixo o nick de Degolado , con Pomba , unha amiga cibernética que axudarao a descubrir que paga a pena confiar na xente.&lt;br /&gt;Fina Casalderrey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1324743545504859186-3239757799607766967?l=colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/feeds/3239757799607766967/comments/default' title='Enviar 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Vázquez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1324743545504859186-2722564188752986856?l=colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/feeds/2722564188752986856/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1324743545504859186&amp;postID=2722564188752986856&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/2722564188752986856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/2722564188752986856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/2010/03/amendoas-e-flores-silvestres.html' title='Améndoas e flores silvestres'/><author><name>Colegas das palabras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332574620899275884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/SCHcZxdmcJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0mfvg1rsLD0/S220/logo.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/S4-vaX-ZqwI/AAAAAAAAAks/f8x_ZgcmvG4/s72-c/amendoas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324743545504859186.post-5502614493671531048</id><published>2010-03-04T13:15:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-03-04T13:17:52.598+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lecturas 4º ESO'/><title type='text'>A lenda da lúa de Montealto</title><content 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a caprichosa lúa de Montealto.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1324743545504859186-5502614493671531048?l=colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/feeds/5502614493671531048/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1324743545504859186&amp;postID=5502614493671531048&amp;isPopup=true' title='4 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/5502614493671531048'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/5502614493671531048'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' 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href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1324743545504859186&amp;postID=4521469999455868567&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/4521469999455868567'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/4521469999455868567'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/2010/03/falacia-da-imposicion-do-galego.html' title='A falacia da imposición do galego'/><author><name>Colegas das palabras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332574620899275884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/SCHcZxdmcJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0mfvg1rsLD0/S220/logo.png'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324743545504859186.post-714816954942472040</id><published>2010-02-24T20:39:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T20:52:49.630+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lecturas 3º ESO'/><title type='text'>Ás de bolboreta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/S4WCgVcUGII/AAAAAAAAAj8/K1LR-XhIXTU/s1600-h/XG00155501.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441899216770439298" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 162px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/S4WCgVcUGII/AAAAAAAAAj8/K1LR-XhIXTU/s200/XG00155501.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Na “Luzada”, a cafetaría de Patricia, conflúen cada mañá os camiños que transitan os personaxes d’ As de bolboreta. O de Manuel, un neno de orixe africana, a quen lle morreu a súa nai adoptiva, que comparte varias horas do día co seu avó. O de Lola e Eusebio, un matrimonio de persoas maiores que viven soas e deben enfrontar as difíciles decisións que esixen a vellez e a aparición da enfermidade. O de Iqbal, o de Aysel, o dos alpinistas do monte Gurugú. E tamén o de Paco e Adolfo, e o da señora Filomena, e o de Ana, e o de Fiño...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Autora: Rosa Aneiros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1324743545504859186-714816954942472040?l=colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/feeds/714816954942472040/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1324743545504859186&amp;postID=714816954942472040&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/714816954942472040'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/714816954942472040'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/2010/02/as-de-bolboreta.html' title='Ás de bolboreta'/><author><name>Colegas das palabras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332574620899275884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/SCHcZxdmcJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0mfvg1rsLD0/S220/logo.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/S4WCgVcUGII/AAAAAAAAAj8/K1LR-XhIXTU/s72-c/XG00155501.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324743545504859186.post-6167229503504508571</id><published>2010-02-24T20:30:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T20:53:24.574+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lecturas 3º ESO'/><title type='text'>A banda sen futuro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/S4WAVqR8V-I/AAAAAAAAAj0/uNxC1f1K5I0/s1600-h/XG00011701.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441896834362267618" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 100px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 164px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/S4WAVqR8V-I/AAAAAAAAAj0/uNxC1f1K5I0/s200/XG00011701.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Unha rapaza de dezaseis anos debe facer amigos no seu instituto novo. Non é doado conseguilo e menos se unha ten o cabelo rapado ó cero e se sente como un ídem á esquerda. Carlota non entende por que os seus pais a obrigan a ir a clase. Só, Poch o cantante morto de Derribos Arias é quen de comprendela e manter longas conversas co ela desde a súa foto, aínda que non sempre lle dá a razón. Nestes meses Carlota descubrirá o amor e o desamor, e intentará pillar o ceo cos pés.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:courier new;"&gt;Autora: Marilar Aleixandre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1324743545504859186-6167229503504508571?l=colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/feeds/6167229503504508571/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1324743545504859186&amp;postID=6167229503504508571&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/6167229503504508571'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/6167229503504508571'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/2010/02/unha-rapaza-de-dezaseis-anos-debe-facer.html' title='A banda sen futuro'/><author><name>Colegas das palabras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332574620899275884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/SCHcZxdmcJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0mfvg1rsLD0/S220/logo.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/S4WAVqR8V-I/AAAAAAAAAj0/uNxC1f1K5I0/s72-c/XG00011701.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324743545504859186.post-8403105141156994339</id><published>2010-02-24T12:04:00.002+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T12:09:05.279+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lecturas 3º ESO'/><title type='text'>Sobrevives</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/S4UIsYY1QfI/AAAAAAAAAjs/SqxmL6bnv6U/s1600-h/sobrevives.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 123px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/S4UIsYY1QfI/AAAAAAAAAjs/SqxmL6bnv6U/s200/sobrevives.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441765283300983282" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="texto_9"&gt;¿Sobrevives? narra a estremecedora historia de Moni, Francisco Sánchez Loiro, un mozo de dezasete anos que cursa dificultosamente os seus estudios de formación profesional. A súa reiterada mala conducta, as súas amizades sorprendentes, a súa obsesión pola caza e polos seus cans podengos, o seu resentimento oculto e as súas absurdas reaccións, unidas á vivacidade inquietante dos seus enormes ollos, non deixan de abraiar continuamente ó profesorado e ós seus compañeiros. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autora: Fina Casalderrey&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1324743545504859186-8403105141156994339?l=colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/feeds/8403105141156994339/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1324743545504859186&amp;postID=8403105141156994339&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/8403105141156994339'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/8403105141156994339'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/2010/02/sobrevives.html' title='Sobrevives'/><author><name>Colegas das palabras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332574620899275884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/SCHcZxdmcJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0mfvg1rsLD0/S220/logo.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/S4UIsYY1QfI/AAAAAAAAAjs/SqxmL6bnv6U/s72-c/sobrevives.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324743545504859186.post-6409051166893125312</id><published>2010-02-24T11:33:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T19:24:46.756+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lecturas 4º ESO'/><title type='text'>As sete mortes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/S4bAYTfmVPI/AAAAAAAAAkE/0DhUrdA3N1I/s1600-h/libros_1695.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 132px; height: 200px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/S4bAYTfmVPI/AAAAAAAAAkE/0DhUrdA3N1I/s200/libros_1695.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442248723506025714" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Un relato fascinante que combina crime, esoterismo e misterio. Para quedar  atrapados ata a última páxina... polo inevitable. Todo comeza en &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 0, 0);font-size:85%;" &gt;Ourense, un home especial que traballa para un  traficante de droga e ten que meterse pastillas todos os días. As feridas  rexenéranse, sobrevive a todos os ataques. Ata que todo vai empezar a cambiar  cando chega xunto a el un vello que morre no momento e lle deixa unha mensaxe.  Aquí comeza unha especial aventura para descifrar quen é, por que é inmortal,  quen era o vello... contacta cunha profesora de Historia ingresada nun  psiquiátrico, cun profesor de Santiago e as mortes doutras persoas,  irremediables, vanlle ser atribuídas a el.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1324743545504859186-6409051166893125312?l=colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/feeds/6409051166893125312/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1324743545504859186&amp;postID=6409051166893125312&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/6409051166893125312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/6409051166893125312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/2010/02/as-sete-mortes_24.html' title='As sete mortes'/><author><name>Colegas das palabras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332574620899275884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/SCHcZxdmcJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0mfvg1rsLD0/S220/logo.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/S4bAYTfmVPI/AAAAAAAAAkE/0DhUrdA3N1I/s72-c/libros_1695.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324743545504859186.post-1382948342291829906</id><published>2010-02-24T11:24:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T11:29:09.919+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lecturas 4º ESO'/><title type='text'>Peaxes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/S4T_ZMtCwGI/AAAAAAAAAjc/cjYEPFuRPFk/s1600-h/xg00162701.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 134px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/S4T_ZMtCwGI/AAAAAAAAAjc/cjYEPFuRPFk/s200/xg00162701.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441755058142363746" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Desde a súa ventá ao mundo, un caixeiro de peaxe da autoestrada bota unha ollada ás fraccións de vidas que se cruzan con el acotío. Esas instantáneas compoñen unha colaxe que lle axuda a fuxir da soidade. A partir destes encontros fugaces, ceiba a súa imaxinación e crea un universo ao ritmo da música que sae dos nosos vehículos cando baixamos a xanela para pagar, un planeta movido por anacos de conversas que desaparecen a cen quilómetros por hora. Desde a cabina, o narrador obsérvanos, temeroso de mergullarse na nosa rutina, mais contento de que rompamos a súa.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span class="texto_9"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autor: santiago Lopo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1324743545504859186-1382948342291829906?l=colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/feeds/1382948342291829906/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1324743545504859186&amp;postID=1382948342291829906&amp;isPopup=true' title='2 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/1382948342291829906'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/1382948342291829906'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/2010/02/peaxes.html' title='Peaxes'/><author><name>Colegas das palabras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332574620899275884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/SCHcZxdmcJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0mfvg1rsLD0/S220/logo.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/S4T_ZMtCwGI/AAAAAAAAAjc/cjYEPFuRPFk/s72-c/xg00162701.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324743545504859186.post-8222272277341628126</id><published>2010-02-24T10:24:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-25T19:26:55.680+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lecturas 4º ESO'/><title type='text'>Turbo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/S4bA6LO4NbI/AAAAAAAAAkM/K1P2iW5FwX0/s1600-h/turbo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 124px; height: 200px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/S4bA6LO4NbI/AAAAAAAAAkM/K1P2iW5FwX0/s200/turbo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5442249305403962802" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/u&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span&gt; Na ría de Arousa desenvólvese a acción de Turbo, entre  Vilanova e Cambados, con algunha viaxe do protagonista a Compostela. O mundo do  contrabando, o tráfico de influencias na política galega e, sobre todo, unha  patética historia de amor e frustracións entre un ex-cura e unha rapaza nova,  son os elementos sobre os que se sostén a historia de Miguel Suárez Abel.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1324743545504859186-8222272277341628126?l=colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/feeds/8222272277341628126/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1324743545504859186&amp;postID=8222272277341628126&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/8222272277341628126'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/8222272277341628126'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/2010/02/turbo.html' title='Turbo'/><author><name>Colegas das palabras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332574620899275884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/SCHcZxdmcJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0mfvg1rsLD0/S220/logo.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/S4bA6LO4NbI/AAAAAAAAAkM/K1P2iW5FwX0/s72-c/turbo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324743545504859186.post-2113536922303998803</id><published>2010-02-24T10:12:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T10:59:17.628+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lecturas 1º BACH'/><title type='text'>Pirata</title><content type='html'>&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/S4T4SFzGH6I/AAAAAAAAAjE/z66eLTkTnFo/s1600-h/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 71px; height: 108px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/S4T4SFzGH6I/AAAAAAAAAjE/z66eLTkTnFo/s320/images.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441747239448223650" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span class="datosgris"  style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;em&gt;Pirata&lt;/em&gt; de María Reimóndez é unha novela que fala da busca da identidade, da loita atroz pola liberdade en tempos difíciles e da esperanza de poderse sentir no fogar, mesmo nos lugares máis insospeitados. No marco real do século XVIII as súas personaxes deixan no mar estelas que falan das múltiples posibilidades da vida.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autora: María Reimúndez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1324743545504859186-2113536922303998803?l=colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/feeds/2113536922303998803/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1324743545504859186&amp;postID=2113536922303998803&amp;isPopup=true' title='8 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/2113536922303998803'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/2113536922303998803'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/2010/02/pirata.html' title='Pirata'/><author><name>Colegas das palabras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332574620899275884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/SCHcZxdmcJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0mfvg1rsLD0/S220/logo.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/S4T4SFzGH6I/AAAAAAAAAjE/z66eLTkTnFo/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>8</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1324743545504859186.post-274232593104738832</id><published>2010-02-24T10:05:00.003+01:00</published><updated>2010-02-24T10:56:39.647+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Lecturas 1º BACH'/><title type='text'>O Club da calceta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/S4T3zM4jLnI/AAAAAAAAAi0/OWnUYSUnb1Q/s1600-h/0219870001182960037-o-club-da-calceta-de-maria-reimondez.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 131px; height: 200px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/S4T3zM4jLnI/AAAAAAAAAi0/OWnUYSUnb1Q/s200/0219870001182960037-o-club-da-calceta-de-maria-reimondez.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441746708774202994" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Seis mulleres moi diferentes entre si acoden a clases de calceta, un lugar onde converxen as súas frustracións pero, tamén, un lugar onde toman conciencia da súa situación e da necesidade de superala.  A través dun espazo tan tradicionalmente feminino como a calceta, María Reimóndez dálles voz a estas mulleres que desde as súas diferenzas atopan no valor da unidade a forza para sobrepoñerse a un presente que as nega e as minusvalora. Desde a intriga, cun estilo áxil, que tira do ánimo de quen le de xeito entretido e mesmo producindo hilaridade, a autora do Club da calceta ofrécenos unha novela que, tras a sorpresa que causa, fai emerxer unha profunda reflexión e revisión sobre a condición feminina.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: justify;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autora: María Reimóndez&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1324743545504859186-274232593104738832?l=colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/feeds/274232593104738832/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1324743545504859186&amp;postID=274232593104738832&amp;isPopup=true' title='3 Comentários'/><link 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{parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/S4T4mPu7bDI/AAAAAAAAAjM/RQWr4gqxikA/s1600-h/84-88681-41-0.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 126px; height: 210px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/S4T4mPu7bDI/AAAAAAAAAjM/RQWr4gqxikA/s320/84-88681-41-0.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441747585712483378" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;img src="file:///C:/Users/usuario/AppData/Local/Temp/moz-screenshot.jpg" alt="" /&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; Despois de participar na II Guerra Mundial, o soldado&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;republicano Santiago Balboa regresa a Galicia&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;para proseguir a loita contra a ditadura franquista. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Fuxindo da Garda Civil, só e famento, agáchase &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;nos montes de Vigo. Aló vai coñecer a Clara, &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;unha rapaciña cega que todos os días leva a pacer &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;a súa vaca a un clareiro próximo a onde el se acubilla. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Grazas a ela, a quen lle relata historias a cambio&lt;/span&gt; &lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;de alimento, irá recobrando aos poucos a esperanza &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;na vida. Unha novela de tonalidade lírica &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;sobre a derrota, a perda na fe dos homes &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;e a recuperación do sentido de existir.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autora: Blanca Álvarez&lt;br /&gt;Resumo cedido por&lt;span style="font-weight: bold;"&gt; Inés Fernández Méndez -  3º ESO - B&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;meta equiv="CONTENT-TYPE" content="text/html; charset=utf-8"&gt;&lt;title&gt;&lt;/title&gt;&lt;meta name="GENERATOR" content="OpenOffice.org 3.0  (Win32)"&gt;&lt;style type="text/css"&gt; 	&lt;!-- 		@page { margin: 2cm } 		P { margin-bottom: 0.21cm } 	--&gt; 	&lt;/style&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Un:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Santiago Balboa e os&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="gl-ES"&gt; seus compañeiros&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;, tras&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="gl-ES"&gt; unha&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; longa&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="gl-ES"&gt; tempada&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; de dura supervivencia&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="gl-ES"&gt; nun&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; lugar dominado&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="gl-ES"&gt; pola&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; morte e a fame de todo ser vivo, deciden abandoalo e cada un coller un camiño diferente buscando a supervivencia e non ter que morrer coa fame. Tras un longo e duro percorrido por camiños,  Santiago conseguiu retornar a súa terra natal. A fame non o deixou dormir o primeiro dia de estancia debaixo dun carballo. Naquel lugar viu a unha rapaza cega, guiada por unha vaca e intentou achegarse a elas pero a vaca non llo permitiu. A segunda noite decidiu que ó dia seguinte arriscaríase a cambiarlle a aquela rapaza unha das súas aventuras por un anaquiño de pan.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Dous:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Á mañá seguinte Santiago espera a Clara, a nena, e máis a súa vaca rubia, Nube. Clara&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="gl-ES"&gt; ía&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; coas súas&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="gl-ES"&gt; mans&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; no&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="gl-ES"&gt; ventre&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; da vaca e&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="gl-ES"&gt; ao home custoulle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; romper aquel silencio porque a vaca  &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="gl-ES"&gt;déralle&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; sinal de&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;span lang="gl-ES"&gt; perigo&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt; á nena e esta tremía co medo. Cándo a home lle dixo a proposta para que lle fixera o troco de un anaco de pan pan por unha historia e a rapaza o aceptou, foron os dous sentarse ao lugar que ía ela todos os días e onde lle gustaba comer a súa vaca. A rapariga deulle o pan que lle mandaba a súa avoa para que ela comese, un pouco leite daquela vaca e unha mazá, que o home case lle rexeitou.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Santiago quería recuperar todas aquelas cousas que lle roubara a guerra, entre elas o amor pola súa Laverca.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ao rematar de comer ela pediulle que lle contara algo. Na súa casa ninguen lle contaba historias, todos quedaron mudos de tristura tras a guerra. Santiago vaille contar unha historia divertida da súa avoa, Doce María.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Tres:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;O seu avó decidiu marchar da casa sen cumplir os dezasete anos para non ter que pasar fame nin inxustizas. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Non tiña idea de volver a casa. Camiñou durante semanas ata cegar a Cádiz. Alí fixo un amigo e os dous emprenderon unha viaxe en varco ata a illa de Cuba para traballar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Tras quince anos de negocio entre os dous, nunha mañá de 1871, Alexandre, o seu avó, descubriu o paraíso no sorriso e nos ollos dunha moza. Aquela moza era Doce María, orfa de nai e acollida por  Persea, a muller que a sacou ao mundo. O seu pai era o dono dunha facenda manexada a golpe de látego. El era o diañao da illa, deu por morta  a súa filla.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Unha mañá Silverio Torral, o pai da rapariga, foi á casa de Persea, onde viu á nena e tras decirlle que era a súa filla quería convertela na súa esposa. Ao cavo duns días foi recoller a súa filla e levouna para a facenda. No prazo de catro anos, nos que Doce María viviu na facenda, todas as noites andaba dando voltas ao redor da vivenda e así coñeceu a Alexandre. Namoráronse e cándo seu pai se enterou da parella quería matar a Alexandre, pero grazas a Persea conseguiron marchar da illa eles os dous e o amigo do mozo. Tras unha despedida feliz e sen saber nada da fuxida o pai de Doce María, Persea regresou á facenda, contoulle o sucedido a Silverio e este matouna.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Catro:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Clara, sorprendida daquela historia pregúntalle ao home se matou a Pérsea  mallándoa e el díxolle que si, tamén lle preguntou se os seus avós foran felices. Ante a última pregunta Santiago non quería desvelar a verdade, en realidade o seu avó convertérase nun home coma o pai de Doce María, e ela fora infeliz en Galicia porque non estaba namorada realmente del, senon do capitán do veleiro. A pesar disto Santiago díxolle que foran  moi felices. A rapaza quedou conforme.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ela tiña que volver a casa e para despedirse beberon outro pouco leite e díxolle ao home que mañán lle traería unha crema para curarlle os pés. El, a cambio construiríalle un abecedario para que a rapaza puidese ler.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Cinco:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Clara desconfía de Santigo por se era un dos roxos perseguidos polos gardas da cidade, pero ainda así pediulle aos seus avós a menciña para curar os pés. Non lles desvelou para quen era e mentiulles decíndolles que era para ela. A avoa desconfiada, díxolle que lla faría esta mesma noite. Cando Lorenza lle estba a facer a pomada, a neta foi xunto ela para que lle contara historias de súa nai e a avoa  decíalle que súa nai sempre estaba sorrindo e que lle gustaba moito bailar. Logo Clara foi facerlle os cigarros ao avó e así poder gardar un para Santiago.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Este home debuxoulle o seu nome nunha táboa e seguiu facéndolle os rasgos das letras do abecedario. Nos seus soños desta noite adéntrase nun conto de terror nunha  cidade fantasma, era un enfrontamento entre catro homes e sete pavos reais.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Seis:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Á mañá seguinte vólvense encontrar Clara e Santiago. Para poder votarlle a menciña nos pés Clara mandoulle que os lavase. Púxoos debaixo da auga e non podía aguantar coa dor ata que o frío anestesiou a carne. Ao telos limpos votáronlle a pomada e a rapariga decidiu adiantar o xantar para que Santiago lle contase outra das súas historias, esta vez trataba sobre algunhas mortes. A rapaza deulle o cigarro e este decatouse de que as mulleres sempre o fixeran feliz durante a súa vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Sete:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Andrea, un rapaz enmeigado pola maldade, orfo de nai dende pequeno e pertencente a familia de nobres, tras a morte de seu pai decide marcharse da súa terra e avandoar o cargo de conde.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Dende pequeno esixíalle ao seu pai os mellares profesores da época e aos  quince anos xa non había profesor que soupese máis ca el. A pesar de isto seu pai encargoulle que tras o seu falecemento tiña que formar unha familia e coidar dos seus campesiños.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Andrea non lle fixo caso e cando el morreu marchouse de ali, coa finalidade de encontrar vida eterna e cos seus cálculos matemáticos conseguiu facer un reloxo capaz de frear o tempo. Descubriu planetas que se formarían no futuro. Ao cavo dun tempo os encargados de deixarlle a comida na porta entraron ao cuarto e viron a Andrea morto, pendurado polo corazón no reloxo.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Oito:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Santiago dille a Clara que ten unha sorpresa para ela, esta vez trátase das letras do abecedario que lle tiña gardadas para que ela puidese aprender a ler. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Clara alegrouse moitísimo e cada vez que el remataba de ensinarlle unha letra, ela debuxáa no chan. Hoxe consegue aprender o seu nome. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cando a vaca deu sinal de que era hora de volver para a casa, beberon un pouco leite e a nena deixoulle a Santiago a bufanda que esta mañá lle deixara a avoa por riba da cama. Este regalo era por facer de mestre e non o podía rexeitar. Santiago quedou coa teima de que lle tiña que seguir facendo letras. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Clara ía agochar as táboas na palleira, detrás dunhas pedras onde tiña todos os seus recordos. Cando as agochou colleu a letra L do seu antigo nome, Liberdade, que agora podía recuperar. Para o día seguinte íalle pedir a Santiago que a aprendese a bailar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ao avó parecíalle algo estrano que a rapaza madurara tan rápido  e estivera tan alegre.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Nove:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Clara está desexosa de aprender a bailar e a avoa desconfía sobre iso, pregúntalle se hai algún rapaz polo monte a rapaza dille que non. O avó está decidido de ininvestigar sobre o tema, e se atopara a Lapis con Clara estaría disposto a darlle pousada na súa casa aínda que lle falaran moi mal del os gardas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Ao día seguinte, Santiago e mais Clara tiñan unha comida especial polo que ela  pediulle unha historia especial, que lle contara a súa vida.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Dez:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Santiago cóntalle que os seus avós se viñeran para Coruña, Doce María cando tuvo unha nena separouse do seu home e foise para Lires sen saber por que cun  pouco de diñeiro que lle mandara un amigo seu.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Amelia, a nai de Santiago, coñeceu o pasado de Doce María cando xa se casara con Miguel. Ao pouco de necer Santiago morreu a súa avoa. Santiago aínda ten recordos de cando ía á escola, de cando un día seu pai non volveu para a casa e el e súa nai choraban por Miguel escondéndose un do outro. Logo Amelia mándalle a Santiago que vaia para outro lugar e el márchase para Madrid.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Once:  &lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt; &lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Clara pregúntalle a Santiago que é un amuleto e el explícalle que é algo coma un obxeto máxico. Persea regaloulle un a Doce María para que a axudara na súa viaxe, era coma un ollo. Na cultura de Persea tiñan un home que falaba coa naturaza e era o encargado de coller unha semente, ese amuleto. A semente case fora capaz de facer milagros e a rpaza creía que igual lle podía sacar a ela a cegueira ou devolverlle a alegría aos seus avós, pero Santiago dille que só salva ao elegido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Doce:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Clara pediulle a Santiago que a aprendese a bailar e ela a cambio contaríalle a historia da súa mai. Antes de que a rapaza lle empezara a contar a histora, Santiago viulle a chapiña gravada co “L” de Liverdade, o seu primeiro nome  e ela díxolle que lla regalara seu pai antes de marcharse á guerra. Ao home todo lle empezaba a cadrar, esa chapa regaláralle el a súa filla. Aínda sen desvelar nada do que estaba a pasar, Clara comezou a contarlle a historia da súa mai, el pensou que aquela era a súa filla e a nai a súa Laverca. Clara pedíralle que lle lera as cartas de seu pai que tiña gardadas, pero este díxolle que non facía falta que as lese porque eran del. A rapaza moi contenta deulle unha gran aperta.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Trece:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Clara pediulle a seu pai  que volvese con ela para a casa, pero el temendo polo que podía pasar non quixo. Decidiron facer lume no monte e pasar alí a noite convertida nunha festa. O avó que os vira bailar xuntos estaba moi contento porque estarían refacendo os seus corazóns. El díxollo a Lorenza e ela púxose a rezar o catecismo para afastar todo o mal das súas portas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Catorce:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Santiago cóntalle unha historia na que uns homes saíron ao mar e cando estaban entre unhas rochas viron uns homes. Ninguén vira nada sospeitoso, pero tres torpedos borraran do mar ao barco. Os mariñeiros que torpedearon o María Soliña, pescaban días máis tarde no mesmo lugar onde fora o barco galego que estaba afundido e atoparon os seus restos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Esta historia contáralla un home que non lle desvelou o seu nome pero que decía que todos os homes se levantaban cada mañá coa inquietude de certa esperanza debido a súa inocencia.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Quince:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Despois de aclararlle a súa filla que todos habitamos no mesmo Universo cruzando as nosas vidas, Clara quédase dormida e seu pai lévaa en brazos cara a casa guiado por Nube, onde os esperaba o avó na porta e a avoa saiu rapidamente da casa para abrazar ao seu fillo. Os avós queren que Santiago quede na casa, pero este non acepta polo ben da súa filla e vólvese cara o monte dándolles as grazas.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Dezaseis:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Liverdade, o nome que Santiago lle terá que ensinar a debuxar a súa filla, que non é só o nome desa rapaza, senón tamén a esperanza de todos os seus compañeiros mortos no camiño e a esperanza que incitaba a súa Laverca  a abrir as fiestras e a aprenderlles as letras aos obreiros que non tiñan escola.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;No monte todos saben que corren as voces na procura do final pero non dan aviso.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Dezasete:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cando Santiago rematou de ensinarlle o “L”, Nube deu sinal de perigo e el marchou correndo  co seu amuleto e pediulle a Deus que quedara coa súa nena.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Chegou Dionisio Teja  e a rapaza agochou a táboa co seu nome, este levantouna polas trenzas e preguntoulle que facía alí, ela díxolle que fora ao monte coa súa vaca e grazas aos gardas que viñan con el, Dionisio Teja deixou á rapaza e non a levou ao cuartel para maltratala e cortarlle o pelo. Liverdade desexa que seu pai tivera o tempo suficiente para escapar.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Despois de que marcharan chegou o avó e levouna para a casa e ela díxolle que non deran preso a seu pai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Dezaoito:&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Liverdade conversaba co seu avó todas as noites, nalgunhas rezaban e noutras faláballe ela de cómo fora o encontro con seu pai.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Gardou o tronco co seu nome prohibido no lugar dos segredos.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-family:Comic Sans MS,cursive;"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:85%;"&gt;Cando ía ao monte sempre pensaba no seu pai. Ela non sabia que Santiago estivera agochado na sacristía ata que os gardas o deran por perdido e logo marchou co cura para unha parroquia portuguesa onde puido fuxir para Lisboa.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt; &lt;p style="margin-bottom: 0cm;"&gt;&lt;span style="color: rgb(0, 51, 0);"&gt;&lt;u&gt;Por se un día regresases , viaxeiro…&lt;/u&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1324743545504859186-2688528646692558148?l=colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/feeds/2688528646692558148/comments/default' title='Enviar comentários'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1324743545504859186&amp;postID=2688528646692558148&amp;isPopup=true' title='1 Comentários'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/2688528646692558148'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1324743545504859186/posts/default/2688528646692558148'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://colegasdaspalabras.blogspot.com/2010/01/palabras-de-pan.html' title='Palabras de pan'/><author><name>Colegas das palabras</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05332574620899275884</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='32' height='27' src='http://bp0.blogger.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/SCHcZxdmcJI/AAAAAAAAACQ/0mfvg1rsLD0/S220/logo.png'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_mxrHP9BUJg4/S4T4mPu7bDI/AAAAAAAAAjM/RQWr4gqxikA/s72-c/84-88681-41-0.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry></feed>
