Concurso de eco-relatos escritos por el alumnado EOI Huelva

Cuéntame un eco-cuento 21-22

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La signora sorrideva mentre mi raccontava come in tempo di guerra avevano imparato a non sprecare nulla e riutilizzare tutto: dalle latine di ottone, per piantare fiori, a quelle di cartone per fare giocattoli o per metterci dentro l'abbigliamento invernale Ma quando i signori erano giovani non esisteva la plastica ad esempio, ho detto io. Così, come hanno imparato a riutilizzarla? e cosa fanno di quella che non si può utilizzare? Ma il vetro, cosa fanno con il vetro? - Facile, e una questione di immaginazione. Tutto quello che si può riutilizzare si impiega. D'altra parte noi evitiamo di comprare tutto quello che porta la plastica e quando è inevitabile portiamo gli imballaggi ai contenitori di plastica. - Qualche tempo fa, quando non esisteva la plastica, tanti prodotti si vendevano in vetro e, a volte, ritornavamo le bottiglie di vetro al negozio e questo dava uno sconto sul prezzo della seguente compra. Tutte le bottiglie erano riempite. E a modo di proposta suggeriva di ritornare tutti contenitori alla bottega. Certamente é stata una bella proposta.

Lo ero stupito, ma la Signora, ha continuato, - Ma Dottore, il problema si presenta con i vecchi elettrodomestici perché non c'è nessun servizio del Comune per ritirarli&nbsp;e portarli al punto bianco. Nella cucina quattro piccoli contenitori, blu, verde, giallo e bianco mi dicevano che quella famiglia sapeva cosa fare per la cura del suo intorno. Quella visita è stata una delle maggiori lezioni in vita mia.

Hugo se souvenait encore quand il était enfant et qu'il appréciait Huelva avec ses parents. Ces interminables journées d'été au bord de la mer, des kilomètres de plage vierge, des volées de flamants roses survolant les marais, des pinèdes qui se perdaient à l'horizon, des caméléons rampant dans les genêts et aucune trace de pollution ou de détritus ne menaçait cette nature immaculée. Hugo et sa bande avaient leur cabane au sommet d'un pin majestueux d'où ils pouvaient voir le bleu intense de la mer, les vols fous des moineaux et des hirondelles et de temps en temps les lapins insaisissables pointaient. Hugo et ses amis se sentaient chanceux, ils vivaient en harmonie avec la nature, ils la respectaient et l'aimaient dans une égale mesure. Et elle leur offrait en retour ses charmes infinis. Il ne leur serait jamais venu à l'esprit de répandre leurs déchets dans les bois ou de tuer des animaux pour le simple plaisir de le faire.

Maintenant, les années ont passé et une grande partie de cela a été perdue. La spéculation immobilière, l'activité industrielle, les déchets de notre société de consommation ont impacté nos milieux naturels et nos écosystèmes. Hugo a vu le marais se transformer en un sinistre paysage de cheminées et de tuyaux. Les dunes qu'il aimait tant sont maintenant enterrées sous des tonnes de béton et le bruit de la forêt est passé du chant des oiseaux au méchant bruit&nbsp;des camions dans les dépotoirs. Mais Hugo n'a pas oublié ce que ses parents lui ont appris. Maintenant, il a rendu une partie de ce que la nature débordante de Huelva lui a donné. Avec sa famille et ses nombreux amis, il a créé une organisation pour protéger notre environnement et les trésors naturels que nous préservons encore. Leur association a fait que nous sommes nombreux à réduire la consommation de toutes sortes de matériaux et de produits nocifs pour l'écosystème. Cela nous encourage également à réutiliser de nombreuses choses que nous achetons, afin de ne pas continuer à consommer de nouvelles ressources naturelles. Et accompagné de ses enfants et de nombreux bénévoles, il se rend dans les champs pour ramasser les ordures et recycler tout ce qui est utilisable. Notre habitat n'a jamais eu de meilleur ami qu'Hugo...

A Nelinha teve um sonho tão esquisito que quando despertou não sabia se ela estava adormecida ou aquilo tinha sido sonhar acordada. No seu sonho ela passeava por uma paisagem desconhecida com o ar cheio de fumo e a luz toda cinzenta. As margaridas não tinham cheiro e as suas pétalas estavam rígidas como a cartolina. As plantas que a Nelinha lá via não pareciam naturais. Descobriu que a terra que pisava, na realidade, estava cheia de milhões de pequeníssimos pedaços de plástico. Chegou a uma árvore que não tinha nenhuma folha, só ramos delgados, secos e escuros como mãos de bruxa. A Nelinha sentiu um calafrio. Mas, debaixo da árvore viu uma poça de água e lá morava uma família de caranguejos.&nbsp; O caranguejo mais pequeno entrou na concha do seu irmão, que entrou na concha da sua mãe e ela meteu-se na concha do pai. Mas... olhou bem e as conchas eram latas de refresco! E os caranguejos tinham o corpo mole e deformavam-se para entrar ou sair das latas. A Nelinha ficou espantada.

Les Petits Habitants de Terrerésidu, Pseudónimo: Astrophytum (Esther López Bermúdez, NI B1 ) La Vie en Ecolandia, Pseudónimo: Herbary (Andrea Casado Mata, NB2) La Vie d'Hugo, Pseudónimo: L'Écologiste (Rogelio Marañón Mora, NB2)

Di solito io non visito i miei pazienti nel loro domicilio ma, la mia amica Chiara mi aveva chiesto il favore di visitare il suo anziano zio Adriano che rimaneva a letto dovuto a un grande raffreddore e lei era preoccupata. Chiara mi aveva raccontato della singolarità dei suoi zii, ma mai avrei pensato a tale singolarità. La coppia di anziani era dolcissima e allegra e la signora, amabilissima, mi aveva ricevuto con un sorriso, anche se lei era anche preoccupata per suo marito. La stanza era ampia e l’elegante arredamento veniva fatto di materiali diversi. Piccoli pezzi di lana e tessuto formavano la coperta del letto, i vasi dei fiori erano vecchie bottiglie di plastica dipinte e decorate&nbsp;&nbsp;con&nbsp;&nbsp;cura. Ogni&nbsp;sedia, tutte loro dipinte nello stesso colore, era diversa dall'altra e i loro sedili erano fatti, mi aveva spiegato la signora, da buste di plastica che lei aveva tessuto e dopo ricamato. Dopo aver riconosciuto il paziente ho chiesto di lavare le mie mani, la donna mi ha mostrato il bagno, ma quello che ha attirato la mia attenzione è stato el sapone: bianco morbido e senza profumo mi aveva lasciato le mie mani così morbide.

The sky was dark. There was not a single spark of light shining in the town. Little by little, the neighboring people shared a lot of lit candles which started to light up the night.&nbsp; “Daddy, why are we doing this?” Hamish asked.&nbsp; “To remember them,” John said.&nbsp; “What?” “The stars. We are doing this to remember the stars.” Hamish sat next to his father. The first of May every year, the citizens turned off the lights, then they lit candles in the streets in the manner of streetlights. After that, everyone sat as a convivial family to contemplate the too dark a sky bereft of the glimpse of stars.&nbsp;&nbsp; “What is a star?” Hamish asked. “The stars were dazzling lights in the sky. The stars illuminated the night,” John answered.&nbsp; “Why don't we see them anymore, Daddy?” “Because humans have always been incredibly greedy. We were not happy by just being able to see the light of stars in the sky, we also wanted to possess them,” he said.

Não gostava nada daquele lugar nem da vida que lá morava. A menina correu e correu mas, os seus pés enredaram-se com sacos quebrados e restos de tecidos, papéis, ligadura de gaze e até alguma máscara. Quando ficou presa, a menina começou a sentir que se afundava no lixo.&nbsp; O grito da menina fez com que ela abrisse os olhos. À tarde, a Nelinha estava com as suas amigas no parque e contou-lhes o sonho. —Todo o mundo sabe que as plantas sem terra morrem, não se convertem em flores de plástico —disse uma delas. —Nos sonhos tudo é possível, até que o mundo todo fique cheio de lixo —disse outra—. Isso mete muito medo. Eu não quero viver num mundo como o do teu sonho, Nelinha.&nbsp; Nesse momento, passou um lixeiro que arrastava um saco enorme cheio de lixo até fora do parque. —Temos de fazer alguma coisa para que o meu sonho não seja uma realidade.

—Acho que há muitas coisas que deitamos fora mas podem ter algum outro uso. Um dia vi numa revista uma mulher que pintava latas vazias com cores giras, fazia-lhes buracos e metia velas dentro delas.&nbsp; —A minha avó faz croché —disse a Nelinha—, em vez de usar lã, podemos fazer tiras com os sacos e tecer mochilas ou tapetes ou algum chapéu. Pouco depois, as meninas já tinham muitas ideias para reutilizar o lixo.&nbsp; Bandeirolas feitas com roupa que os vizinhos iam deitar fora, garrafas transformadas em vasos para plantas ou jarros para flores... Toda a gente gostava muito das decorações que inventavam e achavam que o povo estava a ficar giríssimo. O Presidente da Câmara Municipal anunciou que a decoração de Natal, para a aldeia toda, teria de ser feita de coisas reutilizadas e todos os vizinhos ajudariam. Assim a aldeia ficaria bela e livre de lixo. A gente toda aplaudiu. Mãos à obra!

I Can't See The Stars Pseudónimo: Bat (Marcela Naranjo Velásquez, NB2 ) Our Lovely Land Pseudónimo: A. Morren (África Mora Rengel, NB2) The Earth Pseudónimo: Zafranelas (Marga Postigo Martín, NI B2.2) The Magic Of Nature Pseudónimo: November (NB2)

Por segundo curso consecutivo la EOI Huelva participa en el programa educativo Aldea, programa de educación ambiental para la comunidad educativa. La participación en este programa nos impulsa como Escuela a llevar a cabo actuaciones que fomenten el apoyo y la concienciación de la necesidad de cuidar el medioambiente. Dentro de las actuaciones de este curso se ha celebrado el primer concurso de cuentos y relatos cortos que buscasen soluciones creativas al problema de los residuos. El motivo de elegir esta temática se debe a que el programa medioambiental de la Escuela está centrado en el reciclaje de los residuos, especialmente de aquellos relacionados con nuestra actividad.

Una vez más, la respuesta del alumnado del centro ha sido sorprendente, no solo por el buen número de relatos presentados, sino también por su calidad creativa y sensibilidad. Por ello, el equipo Aldea de la EOI Huelva quiere compartirlos con toda su comunidad educativa y también agradecer a todo el alumnado participante en el concurso su esfuerzo creativo y lingüístico y expresar nuestra admiración por sus trabajos. Además, invitamos a todos no solo a disfrutar de la lectura de estos estupendos relatos, sino que además os emplazamos a participar en el concurso del próximo año. ¡FELIZ LECTURA! + INFO del programa Aldea EOI Huelva <a href="https://eoihuelva.es/la-escuela/ecoescuela/">AQUÍ.</a>

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These disasters were warning that something did not work well in Nature's balance and the little boy wondered why people did not realize that the Earth is the only place where humans can live and can't move to another planet. I have been thinking of doing something about this– said the worried boy. It is now or never if we want to reduce the human impact on the world. It will be possible if we work together – Cried the mother, trying to help him. The clever and kind mother began to speak in a soft voice. The boy's eyes opened wide, and he began to listen to his mother. The boy did not want to miss a detail of what his mother was going to say. There are three things we can do – The mother started – And all of them start with the same letter, "R". Basically, the 3Rs are Reduce-Reuse-Recycle. Today´s lifestyle leads to generating a huge amount of waste, so managing waste properly must be essential. In fact, unless we change the way we think about and manage our resources, both people and the planet could suffer irreparable damage.

Reducing is based on the reduction of waste generation from the start, by bringing your own shopping bags, using products that can be used repeatedly, and so on. You must reduce the number of materials and goods you consume. Sometimes, materials can be reused by other people. For instance, clothing can often be donated and given a second life. And finally, recycling waste by melting or chopping to be re-formed into new products is the main Rs. This is probably the best-known. It’s amazing mum! Even so, what would happen if no one followed our advice? - Asked the boy curiously. We have been here for billions of years. We don´t really need people, my little Earth. We will go on because we are prepared to evolve. Are humans prepared? - Said&nbsp;Mother Nature sadly. The Earth nodded his head and burst into tears.

“So, a few brilliant minds decided to enclose their light in small glass bottles. They called them bulbs, but they didn’t know that bulbs were terribly dangerous.” “Why were they dangerous?” Hamish asked.&nbsp; “Well, these bulbs had some harmful substances inside. These substances gave off dangerous gasses. Over time, these gasses caused the sky to darken. A kind of invisible layer covered the atmosphere,” John said. “Sometimes, the birds didn’t know where to go, the planes couldn’t find their way. Finally, the stars could not compete with the artificial light that humans had created. So, the stars disappeared.” John looked at the Sky. After a while, he said, “Those brilliant minds called it light pollution, but I think we killed them.” “But, Dad. Couldn’t anybody possibly help the stars?” “Well, some people tried to do everything they could: they used light sensors, turned off their lights whenever they could, even removed some street lights when they weren't in need,“ John answered. “But, there was a lot of residual artificial light, so much so that it became progressively harder to see the stars any longer. Eventually we needed too many artificial lights to see in the night. We went through a cycle, a bad cycle.

One day, there was so much light pollution that we couldn’t see the stars anymore.” Hamish looked at his father sadly. “We always look for solutions when it is too late,“ John said. “It’s funny. We create problems. After that, we search for solutions. We are really bad thinkers: we damage the environment, but we want to save the environment. That’s so ironic.” They both looked at the lit candles that reminded the stars. “Will they still be there behind light pollution?” Hamish asked.&nbsp;“Perhaps,” John answered.&nbsp; “What if we plant a lot of trees to clean the atmosphere? My teacher says this is a good idea for the environment” Hamish said.&nbsp; John smiled and he patted his child’s head as&nbsp;a proud father. “Maybe”&nbsp;, he said. “I’ll do it, then!. So, in the future, Dad, you’ll see the stars again. I promise you.” Moral: If&nbsp;you can see the stars, don't turn off their light...

Il était une fois une ville appelée Ecoland. C'était une ville verte et propre. Les rues étaient vides de déchets et d'ordures. Tous les habitants de la ville jouaient et marchaient joyeusement, parce qu' il n'y avait ni danger ni saleté. Dans l'une des maisons, vivait la famille Green:&nbsp;papa Green, maman Green&nbsp;et leurs enfants jumeaux; un garçon et une fille. C'était la famille la plus spéciale de toutes, car ils avaient des super pouvoirs et gardaient "Ecolandia" propre. Papa Green avait le pouvoir de nettoyer les rues des ordures et des objets gisant au sol. Mama Green recyclait rapidement&nbsp;le carton et le papier de toutes les maisons de la ville. Les frères Green faisaient du compost, à partir des déchets pour l'agriculture d'Ecolandia. Il y avait des jardins biologiques de pommes de terre, de poivrons, de tomates et de fruits tropicaux.

La famille Green avait&nbsp;enseigné à toutes les familles Ecolandia comment recycler et comment conserver les rues propres. Tout allait bien, jusqu'à ce qu'une famille appelée Déchets arrive à Ecolandia. Une famille qui ne se souciait pas des ordures et du recyclage. Alors la ville a commencé&nbsp;à devenir&nbsp;de plus en plus sale. La famille Green, fatiguée de la saleté de leur ville, est allée s'entretenir avec la famille Déchets. Les Déchets ne connaissaient rien au recyclage et au nettoyage car on ne leur avait pas appris à l'école. La famille Green leur a expliqué tout ce qu'ils savaient et les a aidés à nettoyer les rues qu'ils avaient eux-mêmes polluées. Dès lors, la famille Déchets collabore avec les Verts, nettoie la ville et recycle le papier, le carton, les matières organiques et le verre. La ville d'Ecolandia a rebaptisé la famille Déchets avec le nom d’Écologique et a ainsi continué à vivre&nbsp;propre et sûre toute sa vie. Cette histoire nous enseigne qu'il y a toujours quelque chose de nouveau à apprendre et que nous devons enseigner à ceux qui ne l'ont pas appris. Fic

Peu après, il est arrivé un moment où ils ne pouvaient plus gérer autant de déchets et leur planète était affectée négativement:&nbsp;l’eau de la&nbsp;rivière ne brillait plus et les arbres&nbsp;dépérissaient. Leur planète devenait malade tant il y avait de&nbsp;déchets. Pour éviter que la situation empire, ils ont commencé à chercher des solutions et se sont rendu compte que les humains ne savaient pas recycler et jetaient toutes les ordures ensemble, sans tirer profit de nombreux produits. Ils ont pensé que cela ne pouvait pas continuer ainsi&nbsp;et ont envoyé des petits habitants dans le monde des humains pour leur apprendre à être plus durables. Lors de leur visite, ils leur ont montré comment réutiliser les tissus, réhabiliter des meubles pour une deuxième vie, utiliser moins de plastique dans les emballages, réduire le gaspillage alimentaire et surtout, comment utiliser correctement les bacs de recyclage. Progressivement, les déchets ont diminué et les fusées ont commencé à apporter des conteneurs compartimentés pour séparer les types de déchets. Grâce à ces gestes, les arbres ont refleuri et la rivière s'est remise à briller.

Les humains comprenaient enfin&nbsp;qu’ils devaient être plus prudents avec le recyclage et réutiliser les choses autant que possible pour en tirer le meilleur parti. De cette manière, ils sont devenus plus respectueux de leur planète et de Terrerésidu. Pour les remercier de leur aide, ils ont collaboré au nettoyage de la planète, planté de nouveaux arbres et promis de réaliser toutes les actions dont les habitants leur avaient parlé. Avec des petites actions, on peut construire une montagne&nbsp;!

O SONHO DA NELINHA Pseudónimo: Outra Pessoa Ángeles Mora Álvarez (NB1)

Once upon a time there was a different tiny village in the South of Spain. It was a different village because while the rest of the villages in the country were ruled by different kings and queens dominated and confronted by avarice and ambition, this one was ruled by a wise woman called Haku. It could be said that it was a humble, quiet place, inhabited by very polite people. The villagers worked the land and cared for their animals. They admired the small pleasures Nature offered them every day: the first rays of the sun on the horizon, the songs and the flight of the birds which craved for the arrival of the spring, the clear blue waters of their river. However, outside its borders everyone led an excessively consumerist life. It was not unusual to see slogans on billboards like "If you have more, you will be happier". Obviously, this lasted until that lifestyle became unsustainable, and then, the sky began to turn grey, the magic of spring disappeared and its rivers stopped having water. Consequently, their world changed and their lives were filled with sadness, and the queens and kings of the other countries decided to ask Haju for help.

ESPERIENZA Lola Delgado Trejo, NI B2.2

─ Haku, we are here because we would like your advice on how we can improve the life of our villages and our citizens . We have all kinds of health problems. Our sunset collectors are mad, because the sky has lost its colours. The nightingales don't sing in our lands anymore.─ And one by one the Queens and Kings told Haku their problems. Haku, the wise queen, asked them about their schools and they boasted about the education their children were given ─ Our school is number one in economics. ─ one king said. ─ In our schools, IT is a key issue ─ remarked a queen. ─ We are excellent in marketing.─ In this way all the queens and kings there flaunted their advanced education. And Haku, tired of hearing the same thing but with different words, asked them if they didn't have a subject about love. ─ About love? ─ Someone asked.

- Yes, about love. Love for Nature, for all the species that live in it and for all the elements that make life possible. We’re all part of a whole. If we don't love ourselves and everything around us dearly we’ll lose values like goodness, beauty and justice. And if that happens, the world, instead of being a beautiful place will become a place full of pain and sorrow. The rulers were thoughtful, and after much thinking they decided to introduce the subject of love in their schools and replace the messages on billboards with beautiful poetry. And little by little, over time in every village in the different countries, the poppies recovered their red colour, the sunflowers, in love, looked at the sun every day and the countryside was filled with dandelions to fulfil the wishes of thousands of dreamers.

Primer Concurso de ECO-cuentos EOI Huelva

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It was a warm summer day. There he was in the middle of an impressive forest full of animals running from one place to another. A gentle breeze was blowing, and the warm rays of the sun warmed the dampened soil due the night's dew. You’ve been looking very sad lately – said the mother. Yes, indeed! I sincerely feel very lonely – cried the boy. Could you tell me more, babe? Maybe, I can help you – She asked. The little boy took a deep breath while he was pulling his hands from his pockets. He stared at his mother and began to speak. He was concerned about natural resources because they were running out. People were not taking care of the planet. Worst of all was that nobody was doing anything to avoid the natural disaster they were heading for.&nbsp; The little boy added that several warning signs had already appeared in the world, so for this reason people had to pay close attention to natural disasters.

Il était une fois une planète nommée Terrerésidu.&nbsp; Dans ce lieu habitaient des petits individus noirs qui travaillaient dans plusieurs usines, mais ça n'avait pas toujours été comme ça … En Terrerésidu tous étaient très sensibilisés à prendre soin de la planète et avant l'arrivée des usines, ils étaient très heureux et il y avait de grandes forêts et une rivière bleu vif avec beaucoup de vie animale.&nbsp; Un jour, il est apparu une fusée d'où sont descendus deux humains. Les petits individus étaient très surpris, c'était la première fois qu'ils leur rendaient visite. Les humains avaient besoin d’aide: sur leur planète, ils n'avaient plus de place pour les déchets et ils savaient que les petits habitants pouvaient transformer les ordures en nouvelles terres utilisables pour l'agriculture.&nbsp; Les petits habitants n'étaient pas sûrs d'accepter, mais ils ont décidé d'aider. Une semaine après, une grande fusée est apparue avec une usine pour faciliter la transformation des déchets. À partir de ce moment, tous les jours, un grand conteneur arrivait avec beaucoup de poubelles de tout genre mélangées.

Portada diseñada por Mª Ángeles Chacón Sánchez _________________ Alumna de Francés NB1

“What a gorgeous land!” exclaimed a little tree that had just sprouted from the ground. He looked curiously around himself and saw flowers, green fields, numerous trees and a river with many fishes. Birds fluttered and a nice waterfall was bathing the stones, leaving them specially bright. He kept looking and couldn’t believe what he was making out faraway. He glimpsed lots of trees all together, entwined by its branches. “They’re blocking the entry to my lovely land! Why?” questioned the little tree. At sunset, he asked the flowers. “We don’t know. We live beautifully and blossom for a short while. Ask the grandfather tree, the huge and majestic one with deep roots. We’re sure that he certainly knows.”&nbsp;

The little tree went to the grandfather tree quickly and related everything. “I understand you, little tree, but I will tell you a story… On the other side of the land, there are no trees, everything is full of plastic, rubbish and pollution. Humans think that the Earth is not worth taking care of. Unscrupulous and selfish men just seek their own benefit. Their desire for power and wealth is destroying rivers and seas. For that reason, we have closed the entry into our lovely land to those people.” “Then, humans are wicked?” asked the frightened young tree. Grandpa tree said: “No! Not everyone! Well, some have fulfilled their responsibility to take care of the environment. Others recycle, clean the beaches of toxic waste, and plan to improve the ecosystems. Even at their schools the problem of the environment is considered just another subject.” “If so many people are fighting for a better planet… What is the solution?” asked the little tree. Grandpa tree, looking at him and smiling, replied: “Well, we are all responsible and each of us can help to make the Earth a clean place where we can live happily. Also, those who have the power can make use of natural resources, being mindful and without abusing.” “Now I understand!” said the little tree. “But for now, leave the entrance to our beautiful land closed to humans, grandpa!”

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