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THE SEA, d’Isabel Martorell

I’m going to talk about the sea...

Immense...infinite

Salt taste

Blue sky mirror, Bright and cheerful, Warm and welcoming, Smooth back and forth moviment

Like a crib

I dive into the sea

My body becomes weightless and light, It’s a nice feeling

There is no noise, everything is at Peace,

I look at the seaweed, the rocks, the minnows, the shells.

I’m in another world

I would stay there for a long time,

But I have to go out, I’m short of breath

Outside I receive the heat of the sun,

I hear the sound of the waves

The cries of children playing, And so lying on my back

I let myself be cradled by the waves.

Anglès 3 Matí

AN ELEPHANT IN MY ROOM, de Josep Paz

Something wakes me up. I put my ear. I don’t hear anything. I focus on my breathing:

-Inspire (counting one, two, three, four); hold (1,2,3,4,5,6,7); expire (1,2,3,4,5,6,7,8); Inspire… I fall asleep again.

I don’t know how long it’s been. I lose my sense of time. I wake up again. Now I seem to hear something. I feel a slight vibration on the floor. I’m counting again, I try to sleep, but the vibrations are more intense. The floor shakes rhythmically. The railing of the bed is shaking. What is this railing doing here? I hear the noise of glass bottle shaking, but the room is dark, I can’t see any think.

Now all the floor is moving, the bed, the bedside, the windows..., all are shaking.

What the fuck is this noise of glass bottles?

Suddenly everything stops, only the sound of silence could be heard. Why I can’t move. Maybe I’m not fully awake yet (I think).

The sun begins to rise. I can see its rays filtering through the windows shutter, seeding the room with tiny sparks of light. Now I can see the bed and the room door. Everything is brilliant white.

The shaking of the floor returns. Now they are like heavy rhythmic footstep, getting louder and stronger.

A deafening roar shakes me! The door room opens suddenly. A colossal elephant bursts into the room. He enters inside the room majestic, gently, slowly. He stops in front of my bed. I can feel his breath. I can see his big fangs His honey-coloured eyes look at me with intensity and tenderness at the same time. (I think).

Someone, sitting next to my bed speak to me. Hearing his voice reassures me. I recognise my father voice telling me:

- Everything is fine. Don’t worry, you must trust.

I’m not surprised, although I know, I’m sure, he died away more than a year ago.

The elephant is now a big tiger. He turns round to leave the room, but before he turns his head slowly and look at me for the last time.

The footsteps are no longer heard, and the tremors have ceased.

- How are you Mr Josep?

The sun enters fully into the room. I’m in a Hospital, I can read on the sheet “quot;Hospital Dexeus”.

My father isn’t longer sitting next to me.

- I’m Dr Lion, the team is very happy, the intervention has been a success. Now try to sleep and don’t move too much. Be quiet, the tremor has passed. If everything goes just as well, soon you will go home.