<?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-1145659219366816502</id><updated>2011-11-28T04:03:08.549-08:00</updated><category term='4º A'/><category term='4º D'/><category term='4º C'/><category term='4º B'/><category term='4º E'/><category term='4ºF'/><title type='text'>viaxandoencuarto</title><subtitle type='html'></subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viaxandoencuarto.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145659219366816502/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viaxandoencuarto.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>pilar rilo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09545625990717611413</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><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>10</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145659219366816502.post-6566179603222453534</id><published>2009-04-27T02:04:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-27T12:03:54.775-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='4º D'/><title type='text'>As pantasmas rouban</title><content type='html'>Aquela noite, todos durmían menos Juanita pola atracción do medo. &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ju9Zy_YMDJs/SfV6sZv7OjI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/EhTg1zvcVX4/s1600-h/o+xarron.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 159px; height: 135px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ju9Zy_YMDJs/SfV6sZv7OjI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/EhTg1zvcVX4/s320/o+xarron.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329300637307583026" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Entón levantouse ás escuras, e rompeu o xarro da avoa de Raquelo. Tódalas pantasmas espertaron e Raquelo dixo:&lt;br /&gt;-Pola miña nai vampira!. Vaime matar por romper o xarro.&lt;br /&gt;Juanita moi triste preguntou:&lt;br /&gt;-Que podemos facer para que nos perdoes?&lt;br /&gt;Raquelo dubidou e contestou:&lt;br /&gt;-Hai unha cousa que me pode gustar, Tódalas pantasamas preguntaron:-que é?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ju9Zy_YMDJs/SfV63OIF45I/AAAAAAAAAAY/HCdZN_uNkFc/s1600-h/o+cadro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 111px; height: 166px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_ju9Zy_YMDJs/SfV63OIF45I/AAAAAAAAAAY/HCdZN_uNkFc/s320/o+cadro.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329300823166280594" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;-Tedes que ir a París e roubar o cadro da Mona Lisa, que esta no LOUVRE.&lt;br /&gt;As pantasmas preguntaron:&lt;br /&gt;-Pero iso non é ilegal?&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ju9Zy_YMDJs/SfV7KQYCfyI/AAAAAAAAAAg/MeZukImYmL8/s1600-h/o+camion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 140px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_ju9Zy_YMDJs/SfV7KQYCfyI/AAAAAAAAAAg/MeZukImYmL8/s200/o+camion.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5329301150187552546" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Raquelo respondeu:&lt;br /&gt;Queredes que llo pregunte a José Antonio e a  Ana? E as pantasmas contestaron: non,non,por favor!&lt;br /&gt;Dez  minutos máis tarde Raquelo dixolles:&lt;br /&gt;-Collede esa carraca de  camión e roubadeo, xa!&lt;br /&gt;En menos de dicir plín, xa estaban nas portas do LOUVRE.&lt;br /&gt;Ían entrar na sala do cadro cando.......&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Podes escoitalo aquí&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.clickcaster.com/plugin_assets/clickcaster_engine/players/singleaudio.swf?base_url=http://www.clickcaster.com&amp;slug=viaxandoencuarto&amp;bgcolor=000000&amp;endbox=true&amp;file=http://www.clickcaster.com/users/Fernefa/assets/As_pantasmas_rouban.mp3&amp;text=o%20roubo%20das%20pantasmas" quality="high" width="235" height="28" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145659219366816502-6566179603222453534?l=viaxandoencuarto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viaxandoencuarto.blogspot.com/feeds/6566179603222453534/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145659219366816502&amp;postID=6566179603222453534' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145659219366816502/posts/default/6566179603222453534'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145659219366816502/posts/default/6566179603222453534'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viaxandoencuarto.blogspot.com/2009/04/as-pantasmas-rouban.html' title='As pantasmas rouban'/><author><name>carmen</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/07614145868271691915</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_ju9Zy_YMDJs/SfV6sZv7OjI/AAAAAAAAAAQ/EhTg1zvcVX4/s72-c/o+xarron.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145659219366816502.post-8937667862636053318</id><published>2009-04-16T01:09:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-16T08:43:54.084-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='4º C'/><title type='text'>A poción dos versos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DjtgcBZ6pFw/SecT4ZkkldI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/O4h01UUVT5c/s1600-h/marciano.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DjtgcBZ6pFw/SecT4ZkkldI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/O4h01UUVT5c/s320/marciano.jpg" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325246944046781906" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Entón o ser fantástico lanzoulles un feitizo de falar en verso cando estaban durmindo, pero o feitizo só duraba dúas horas.&lt;div&gt;Despois espertaron e foron á casa de Moncho, unha pantasma amiga deles. Moncho era moi feo e tiña cascudas por todo o corpo. &lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DjtgcBZ6pFw/SecVxIr3_ZI/AAAAAAAAAnY/HAjHLtRPV60/s320/notas.jpg" style="float:right; margin:0 0 10px 10px;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 320px; height: 90px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325249018278182290" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Entón apareceu outra vez o ser fantástico e Juanita dixo:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Anda! Un monstro&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;máis feo que Moncho.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Menos mal que teño ao meu Juan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;que é moi pillában.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Ignacio exclamou:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Que pasou?&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;quen nos enfeitizou?&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Estamos falando en verso;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;isto é moi perverso.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Paulo engadiu:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Somos oito pantasmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;nunha casa branca.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ningún máis,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;pero ... que medo dá!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Andreo empezou a cantar unha canción:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- As oito pantasmas&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;bailan sen parar,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;bailan e bailan&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e non se van cansar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt; &lt;/span&gt;Pepe dixo:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;- Temos que buscar a Nicolasa e Raquelo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;e ata que os atopemos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;de  buscar non nos cansaremos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_DjtgcBZ6pFw/SecWPh7VDlI/AAAAAAAAAno/K9A222pMACI/s320/fantasmas+corazons.jpg" style="float:left; margin:0 10px 10px 0;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 233px; height: 320px;" border="0" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5325249540449963602" /&gt;Mentres tanto, Nicolasa e Raquelo estaban no bosque encantado. El empezou a recitar unha poesía de amor  que dicía así:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;span class="Apple-tab-span" style="white-space:pre"&gt;    &lt;/span&gt;- O amor é fermoso,&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;como cando un caracol faise amigo dun oso;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;o amor é algo natural,&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;como cando temos os ollos que brillan como cristal;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;o amor é un paxariño&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;que canta no seu niño;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;o amor é tan gracioso&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;como ver bailar un coello cun raposo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;Ao fin, Raquelo e Nicolasa chegaron a casa, cantando de alegría e comendo unha sandía. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: left;"&gt;E cando entraron na casa ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div style="text-align: center;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Podes escoitalo aquí&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.clickcaster.com/plugin_assets/clickcaster_engine/players/singleaudio.swf?base_url=http://www.clickcaster.com&amp;amp;slug=viaxandoencuarto&amp;amp;bgcolor=000000&amp;amp;endbox=true&amp;amp;file=http://www.clickcaster.com/users/Fernefa/assets/a_pocion_dos_versos.mp3&amp;amp;text=a%20pocion%20dos%20versos" quality="high" width="235" height="28" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" 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/1145659219366816502-8937667862636053318?l=viaxandoencuarto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viaxandoencuarto.blogspot.com/feeds/8937667862636053318/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145659219366816502&amp;postID=8937667862636053318' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145659219366816502/posts/default/8937667862636053318'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145659219366816502/posts/default/8937667862636053318'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viaxandoencuarto.blogspot.com/2009/04/pocion-dos-versos.html' title='A poción dos versos'/><author><name>Carmen Pérez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566789819555877395</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DjtgcBZ6pFw/SecT4ZkkldI/AAAAAAAAAnQ/O4h01UUVT5c/s72-c/marciano.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145659219366816502.post-3484497452206598174</id><published>2009-03-31T01:34:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T00:44:57.303-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='4º B'/><title type='text'>A casa de Raquelo</title><content type='html'>&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FwQsMq6r5Cw/SdMybrFM1aI/AAAAAAAAAEI/rKXy1oBLuAE/s1600-h/a+casa+de+raquelo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 156px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FwQsMq6r5Cw/SdMybrFM1aI/AAAAAAAAAEI/rKXy1oBLuAE/s200/a+casa+de+raquelo.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319651035857081762" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Raquelo vivía no campo. A súa casa era moi grande e misteriosa. Estaba situada no interior dun bosque tenebroso. Nese bosque habitaban todo tipo de seres fantásticos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FwQsMq6r5Cw/SdMxsIvnkyI/AAAAAAAAADw/9R_vyKGkySQ/s200/raquelo+e+nicolasa.jpg" style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 156px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319650219185902370" border="0" /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;No interior da casa,  as paredes eran  de pedra e estaban cubertas de teas de  araña.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Habia unha gran biblioteca chea de&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; libros de feitizos e no soto habia todo tipo de instrumentos pantasmagóricos. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As sete pantasmas quedaron adormecidas no sofá da casa de Raquelo. Raquelo deulles &lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FwQsMq6r5Cw/SdMyPad9tkI/AAAAAAAAAEA/o4BoIM9AznM/s200/pantasmas+durmindo.jpg" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 200px; height: 156px;" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5319650825239115330" border="0" /&gt;a beber unha poción coa cea, a todos menos a Nicolasa,da que estaba namorado.&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Raquelo e Nicolasa sairon a pasear polo bosque, baixo a luz da lúa chea. &lt;/div&gt;Despois dunhas horas atoparonse perdidos . Mentres tanto un ser fantástico entrou na casa de Raquel e atopou as sete pantasmas adormecidas....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Podes escoitalo aquí:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.clickcaster.com/plugin_assets/clickcaster_engine/players/singleaudio.swf?base_url=http://www.clickcaster.com&amp;slug=viaxandoencuarto&amp;bgcolor=000000&amp;endbox=true&amp;file=http://www.clickcaster.com/users/Fernefa/assets/a_casa_de_raquelo.mp3&amp;text=a%20casa%20de%20raquelo" quality="high" width="235" height="28" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"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/1145659219366816502-3484497452206598174?l=viaxandoencuarto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viaxandoencuarto.blogspot.com/feeds/3484497452206598174/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145659219366816502&amp;postID=3484497452206598174' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145659219366816502/posts/default/3484497452206598174'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145659219366816502/posts/default/3484497452206598174'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viaxandoencuarto.blogspot.com/2009/03/casa-de-raquelo.html' title='A casa de Raquelo'/><author><name>pilar rilo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09545625990717611413</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_FwQsMq6r5Cw/SdMybrFM1aI/AAAAAAAAAEI/rKXy1oBLuAE/s72-c/a+casa+de+raquelo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145659219366816502.post-1469483310947751936</id><published>2009-03-24T04:44:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T10:04:45.984-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='4º A'/><title type='text'>As Pantasmas van de vacacións</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_fLy8QR5yw/ScnvHmbv30I/AAAAAAAAAAs/7vTn2_sLt08/s1600-h/as+pantasmas+de+vacacions.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317043748942634818" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 237px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 160px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_fLy8QR5yw/ScnvHmbv30I/AAAAAAAAAAs/7vTn2_sLt08/s320/as+pantasmas+de+vacacions.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Ata que un día , cansos de tanto camión , decidiron coñecer máis mundo e puxéronse a falar de onde querían ir.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;JUANITA: Eu quero ir aParís ,eu quero ir a París que é moi romántico.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JUAN: Vale ,eu vou contigo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;PAULO: Eu conduzo ata alí , déixovos e nós imos a Bélxica . Que vos parece? AS OUTRAS PANTASMAS :Vale,vale vale... que ben! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cando chegaron a París Juan e Juanita foron ao parque de atraccións. Subiron nunha atracción de medo e Juanita berraba.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;JUANITA: Teño moito meedooo...!&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_fLy8QR5yw/ScnvXmu6oZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Cruo7een0yg/s1600-h/raquelo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317044023900938642" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 295px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_G_fLy8QR5yw/ScnvXmu6oZI/AAAAAAAAAA0/Cruo7een0yg/s320/raquelo.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Juan agarrouna e bicáronse. Ao baixar da atracción encontaron a un amigo que se chama Raquelo e ao que había moito tempo que non vían. Raquelo é feo, fraco, pecoso e ten unha araña sempre correndo polo pelo. Empezaron a falar e Raquelo dixo:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;RAQUELO: Teño unha pantasmaidea, por que non vides hoxe cear á miña casa?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Juan e Juanita aceptaron encantados, pero dixéronlle que ían acompañados doutras seis pantasmas &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_fLy8QR5yw/Scnvm1hIquI/AAAAAAAAAA8/qYUag2S63qE/s1600-h/vermes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5317044285567707874" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 197px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 126px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_fLy8QR5yw/Scnvm1hIquI/AAAAAAAAAA8/qYUag2S63qE/s320/vermes.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;máis.Chamaron ás outras pantasmas por teléfono e dixéronlles que deran volta para ir cear con Raquelo, e así o fixeron. Cando chegaron á casa de Raquelo xa estaba a cea preparada: vermes con moscas e lama. Despois de cear fóronse acomodando no sofá e Raquelo dixo:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;RAQUELO: Hoxe podedes durmir aqui, hai sitio para todos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Deitáronse tarde e esa noite...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Podes escoitalo aquí&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.clickcaster.com/plugin_assets/clickcaster_engine/players/singleaudio.swf?base_url=http://www.clickcaster.com&amp;amp;slug=viaxandoencuarto&amp;amp;bgcolor=000000&amp;amp;endbox=true&amp;amp;file=http://www.clickcaster.com/users/Fernefa/assets/as_pantasmas_van_de_vacacions.mp3&amp;amp;text=as%20pantasmas%20van%20de%20vacacions" quality="high" width="235" height="28" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" 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/1145659219366816502-1469483310947751936?l=viaxandoencuarto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viaxandoencuarto.blogspot.com/feeds/1469483310947751936/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145659219366816502&amp;postID=1469483310947751936' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145659219366816502/posts/default/1469483310947751936'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145659219366816502/posts/default/1469483310947751936'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viaxandoencuarto.blogspot.com/2009/03/as-pantasmas-van-de-vacacions.html' title='As Pantasmas van de vacacións'/><author><name>isabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10366322097926497181</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://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_fLy8QR5yw/ScnvHmbv30I/AAAAAAAAAAs/7vTn2_sLt08/s72-c/as+pantasmas+de+vacacions.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145659219366816502.post-7721872451629737372</id><published>2009-03-11T03:26:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T14:54:58.188-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='4ºF'/><title type='text'>O camión das pantasmas</title><content type='html'>As pantasmas dixéronlle a Ana e Xosé Antonio que lles farían un bambán novo.&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bnUcmskUSH8/Sbebp6BmAeI/AAAAAAAAAAo/DZy-xaAvcs4/s1600-h/casa+bamban.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311885429759672802" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 142px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bnUcmskUSH8/Sbebp6BmAeI/AAAAAAAAAAo/DZy-xaAvcs4/s200/casa+bamban.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Un día, Xuanita, foise lavar os dentes e escoitou a Xosé Antonio dicirlle a Ana María: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Desde que viñeron as pantasmas non temos tempo para falar&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bnUcmskUSH8/Sbeb4KetpGI/AAAAAAAAAAw/oOqLD4FYBy0/s1600-h/pantasma+camion.jpg"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-¿E o teu soño cal é, Xosé Antonio?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Vivir nun camión despreocupado de todo.&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bnUcmskUSH8/SbecEqdeGgI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xE8TUpyEdO8/s1600-h/fantasma+igresa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311885889438095874" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 134px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_bnUcmskUSH8/SbecEqdeGgI/AAAAAAAAAA4/xE8TUpyEdO8/s200/fantasma+igresa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Xuanita avisou a os demais e contoullo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Enton foron a buscar un camión vello e marcharon todos nel despois de pintalo de moitas cores (amarelo,verde, azul ,etc)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bnUcmskUSH8/SbecTHJSJSI/AAAAAAAAABA/3ghIKV9sVRY/s1600-h/pantasma+camion.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5311886137656223010" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 140px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_bnUcmskUSH8/SbecTHJSJSI/AAAAAAAAABA/3ghIKV9sVRY/s200/pantasma+camion.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Cando o vía a xente quedaba coa boca aberta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;As pantasmas montaron no coche e marcaharon a rccorrer o mundo deixando aos recén casados na súa casa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Como ninguén os vía ao voante , eles tocaban a bocina e toda a xente fuxía do seu camión.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Pasábano chachi piruli ríndose de todos. Subíanse aos campanarios e tocaban.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eran felices facendo falcatruadas, ata que un día ...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Podes escoitalo aquí:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.clickcaster.com/plugin_assets/clickcaster_engine/players/singleaudio.swf?base_url=http://www.clickcaster.com&amp;slug=viaxandoencuarto&amp;bgcolor=000000&amp;endbox=true&amp;file=http://www.clickcaster.com/users/Fernefa/assets/ocamiondaspantasmas2.mp3&amp;text=o%20camion%20das%20pantasmas" quality="high" width="235" height="28" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"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/1145659219366816502-7721872451629737372?l=viaxandoencuarto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viaxandoencuarto.blogspot.com/feeds/7721872451629737372/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145659219366816502&amp;postID=7721872451629737372' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145659219366816502/posts/default/7721872451629737372'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145659219366816502/posts/default/7721872451629737372'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viaxandoencuarto.blogspot.com/2009/03/o-camion-das-pantasmas.html' title='O camión das pantasmas'/><author><name>Carmen Romero</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11296161692450733561</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_bnUcmskUSH8/Sbebp6BmAeI/AAAAAAAAAAo/DZy-xaAvcs4/s72-c/casa+bamban.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145659219366816502.post-220807063024678101</id><published>2009-03-05T01:16:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-05T01:23:33.066-08:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='4º E'/><title type='text'>A cea das pantasmas</title><content type='html'>Estaban&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_duGm0h_2R60/Sa-Y8WqtV9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/OUEN-u-VSNY/s1600-h/festa+dos+fantasmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 226px; height: 160px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_duGm0h_2R60/Sa-Y8WqtV9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/OUEN-u-VSNY/s320/festa+dos+fantasmas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309630648337389522" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; preparando unha cea sorpresa para darllelas gracias por deixalos vivir na súa casa, na que se atopaban moi cómodos e moi contentos.&lt;br /&gt;Compraron para que ceasea parella,  marisco e os ingredientes para facer un cocido, e para eles comida deshidratada e lambetadas de moitas  clases.&lt;br /&gt;Despois de cear todos  xuntos foron a dar un paseo pola praia e remataron nunha discoteca,  que hai cerca da casa, bailando ata a mañanciña.&lt;br /&gt;Ao chegar á casa José Antonio e Ana déronse un baño de escuma e foron á cama, mentres que as pantasmas, como non necesitan durmir, se puxéron a xogar no xardín a tódolos xogos que sabían.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_duGm0h_2R60/Sa-Zejs1hII/AAAAAAAAAAU/GF9FzVU1jX8/s1600-h/Ignacio+e+o+bambam.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 212px; height: 142px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_duGm0h_2R60/Sa-Zejs1hII/AAAAAAAAAAU/GF9FzVU1jX8/s320/Ignacio+e+o+bambam.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309631235951527042" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Cando a parella estaba durmindo escoitou un grande estrondo e, asustada, asomouse á fiestra e viu o que acontecera:&lt;br /&gt;¡ Ignacio rompera o bambán!&lt;br /&gt;As demáis  pantasmas enfadaronse moito con Ignacio e decidiron que para remediar o dano que fixera tiña que facer algo pola parella. Puxéronse a pensar en que cousas podería facer e non se daban posto dacordo. Uns pretendían que arranxase o bambán, outros que a cambio lles conseguise algo que lles fixese moita &lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_duGm0h_2R60/Sa-Zy5emB9I/AAAAAAAAAAc/AyK7NUMtQcU/s1600-h/columpios+e+casa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 210px; height: 150px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_duGm0h_2R60/Sa-Zy5emB9I/AAAAAAAAAAc/AyK7NUMtQcU/s320/columpios+e+casa.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5309631585394755538" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;ilusión….Ao fin chegaron á conclusión de que o mellor era que lle preguntasen a José Antonio e Ana que querían a cambio do estropicio.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Ana díxolles que como estaban moi enfadados non lles ían consentir que fixesen máis danos na casa e que de non obedecelos terían que chamar a unha empresa nova que se instalara facía uns días preto da súa casa.&lt;br /&gt;¡Era unha compañía de CAZAPANTASMAS!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Polo medo, as pantasmas prometéronlles que ían portarse moi ben e tamén que lles farían……&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145659219366816502-220807063024678101?l=viaxandoencuarto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viaxandoencuarto.blogspot.com/feeds/220807063024678101/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145659219366816502&amp;postID=220807063024678101' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145659219366816502/posts/default/220807063024678101'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145659219366816502/posts/default/220807063024678101'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viaxandoencuarto.blogspot.com/2009/03/cea-das-pantasmas.html' title='A cea das pantasmas'/><author><name>sabinogr</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/04059113437014543909</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_duGm0h_2R60/Sa-Y8WqtV9I/AAAAAAAAAAM/OUEN-u-VSNY/s72-c/festa+dos+fantasmas.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145659219366816502.post-1086139722813588467</id><published>2009-02-26T01:06:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-03T10:07:27.968-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='4º D'/><title type='text'>O agasallo de San Valentín</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;Todo ía ben ata que un día veu de visita a familia das pantasmas. &lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DjtgcBZ6pFw/SaZcU4wnpuI/AAAAAAAAAk8/D9jZTAngWcQ/s1600-h/corazons.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307030724806158050" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 241px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 99px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DjtgcBZ6pFw/SaZcU4wnpuI/AAAAAAAAAk8/D9jZTAngWcQ/s320/corazons.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Como era o día dos namorados celebrárono no parque de atraccións. Subíronse a tódalas atraccións porque non tiñan que pagar. Alí gañaron dúas entradas para ir ao cine.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DjtgcBZ6pFw/SaZcf77UMgI/AAAAAAAAAlE/74XLdJzOePU/s1600-h/parque.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307030914634887682" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 148px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 136px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_DjtgcBZ6pFw/SaZcf77UMgI/AAAAAAAAAlE/74XLdJzOePU/s320/parque.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;-Pero nós somos máis de dous! -dixeron as pantasmas.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Manolo, o avó das pantasmas dixo:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;-Deberíades regalarllas a José Antonio e a Ana por deixarvos vivir na súa casa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;A parella emocionouse moito ao recibir o agasallo porque era a película que viron na lúa de mel e traíalle moi bos recordos. &lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DjtgcBZ6pFw/SaZcvUmgRBI/AAAAAAAAAlM/CAT3XQvWxNY/s1600-h/cine.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5307031178956522514" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 243px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 111px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_DjtgcBZ6pFw/SaZcvUmgRBI/AAAAAAAAAlM/CAT3XQvWxNY/s320/cine.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Cando estaban no cine, Juan sentouse ao lado de José Antonio e collíalle as palomitas ata que non lle deixou ningunha. Cando José Antonio e Ana se daban un bico, Juan e Juanita tamén se bicaron. Aquela película era moi romántica.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Mentres tanto, as demais pantasmas estaban preparando...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Podes escoitalo aquí&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.clickcaster.com/plugin_assets/clickcaster_engine/players/singleaudio.swf?base_url=http://www.clickcaster.com&amp;slug=viaxandoencuarto&amp;bgcolor=000000&amp;endbox=true&amp;file=http://www.clickcaster.com/users/Fernefa/assets/o_agasallo_de_san_valentin.mp3&amp;text=o%20agasallo%20de%20san%20valentin" quality="high" width="235" height="28" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"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/1145659219366816502-1086139722813588467?l=viaxandoencuarto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viaxandoencuarto.blogspot.com/feeds/1086139722813588467/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145659219366816502&amp;postID=1086139722813588467' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145659219366816502/posts/default/1086139722813588467'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145659219366816502/posts/default/1086139722813588467'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viaxandoencuarto.blogspot.com/2009/02/o-agasallo-de-san-valentin.html' title='O agasallo de San Valentín'/><author><name>Fernando</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05048250063537208949</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://3.bp.blogspot.com/_DjtgcBZ6pFw/SaZcU4wnpuI/AAAAAAAAAk8/D9jZTAngWcQ/s72-c/corazons.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145659219366816502.post-4444245967782868661</id><published>2009-02-13T01:10:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-03-17T02:57:16.782-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='4º C'/><title type='text'>Os donos da casa</title><content type='html'>Nicolasa dixo:&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_em4LeW5a4cQ/SZktnKeQtdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aYfgvjK6Ghs/s1600-h/lua+de+mel.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303320187054896594" style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; width: 115px; cursor: pointer; height: 162px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_em4LeW5a4cQ/SZktnKeQtdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aYfgvjK6Ghs/s320/lua+de+mel.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;-Si, parece acolledora.&lt;br /&gt;Ao cabo dunha semana chegaron os donos da casa, Ana e José Antonio, que estaban de lúa de mel.&lt;br /&gt;De s&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em4LeW5a4cQ/SZkuJH7C9FI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Y9gYaeS1Qjo/s1600-h/loro+cantando.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303320770485875794" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; width: 143px; cursor: pointer; height: 90px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em4LeW5a4cQ/SZkuJH7C9FI/AAAAAAAAAAc/Y9gYaeS1Qjo/s320/loro+cantando.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;úpeto, un loro que viña coas pantasma comezou a cantar:&lt;br /&gt;-Quero ter a túa presenza, aaah! Quero estar ao teu lado, oooh!&lt;br /&gt;Os donos da casa puxéronse a investigar. Buscaron e buscaron, ata que a muller encontrou os espíritos. Chamou o seu marido e dixo:&lt;br /&gt;-Vin oito pantasmas aquí mesmo, na habitación.&lt;br /&gt;E o marido contestoulle:&lt;br /&gt;-Ti estás tola, cariño! Como vai haber pantasmas aquí?&lt;br /&gt;-Que si, home, que si!&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_em4LeW5a4cQ/SZkus32x8uI/AAAAAAAAAAs/uc-_pJhSQkA/s1600-h/fernando.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303321384648307426" style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; width: 184px; cursor: pointer; height: 83px;" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_em4LeW5a4cQ/SZkus32x8uI/AAAAAAAAAAs/uc-_pJhSQkA/s320/fernando.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Deron a volta e atopáronas.&lt;br /&gt;Unha delas, Juanita, dixo:&lt;br /&gt;-Ola!&lt;br /&gt;A muller e o home saíron pitando máis rápido que Fernando Alonso.&lt;br /&gt;Despois de dous días, a parella atreveuse a ir otra vez á casa.&lt;br /&gt;-Imos xuntos? -preguntou Ana.&lt;br /&gt;-Sempre xuntos, meu amor.&lt;br /&gt;Entraron e non oíron a ninguén. Foron mirando habitación por habitación, ata que escoitaron como cantaba o loro:&lt;br /&gt;- Salta, salta comigo eu digo salta...&lt;br /&gt;Ana e José Antonio non se asust&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em4LeW5a4cQ/SZkvAp3UppI/AAAAAAAAAA0/YSTkbM3UhDg/s1600-h/a+festa.jpg"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5303321724489868946" style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; width: 204px; cursor: pointer; height: 147px;" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_em4LeW5a4cQ/SZkvAp3UppI/AAAAAAAAAA0/YSTkbM3UhDg/s320/a+festa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;aron esta vez. Iso si, preguntaron:&lt;br /&gt;-Que facedes aquí?&lt;br /&gt;E as pantasmas contestaron:&lt;br /&gt;-E que... non sabiamos a onde ir.&lt;br /&gt;-Por que non fúchedes buscar outra casa? - dixeron José Antonio e Ana ao mesmo tempo.&lt;br /&gt;-Porque non atopamos ningunha.&lt;br /&gt;-Ben, podedes quedar a vivir aquí, pero non nos asustedes .&lt;br /&gt;-Vale , grazas pola vosa ofreta. Aceptomos todos encantados.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Todo ía ben ata que un día ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Podes escoitar o conto premendo abaixo&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.clickcaster.com/plugin_assets/clickcaster_engine/players/singleaudio.swf?base_url=http://www.clickcaster.com&amp;slug=viaxandoencuarto&amp;bgcolor=000000&amp;endbox=true&amp;file=http://www.clickcaster.com/users/Fernefa/assets/3osdonos_da_casa.mp3&amp;text=viaxandoencuarto" quality="high" width="235" height="28" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"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/1145659219366816502-4444245967782868661?l=viaxandoencuarto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viaxandoencuarto.blogspot.com/feeds/4444245967782868661/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145659219366816502&amp;postID=4444245967782868661' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145659219366816502/posts/default/4444245967782868661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145659219366816502/posts/default/4444245967782868661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viaxandoencuarto.blogspot.com/2009/02/os-donos-da-casa.html' title='Os donos da casa'/><author><name>Carmen Pérez</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/11566789819555877395</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://4.bp.blogspot.com/_em4LeW5a4cQ/SZktnKeQtdI/AAAAAAAAAAM/aYfgvjK6Ghs/s72-c/lua+de+mel.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145659219366816502.post-5582159323060508069</id><published>2009-02-05T05:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-05-08T00:42:21.180-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='4º B'/><title type='text'>A CASA AMARELA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E nese momento Ignacio asustou aos policias e ao dono da casa coa pistola que na realidade era de xoguete.&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FwQsMq6r5Cw/SYv7wf1Pg9I/AAAAAAAAACY/e9btySQjwkA/s1600-h/pantasmas+e+policia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 141px; height: 221px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FwQsMq6r5Cw/SYv7wf1Pg9I/AAAAAAAAACY/e9btySQjwkA/s320/pantasmas+e+policia.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299606197128627154" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As outras pantasmas dixéronlle a Ignacio que escapase con eles a un monte moi &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;alto .&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Unha vez instalados nunha cabaña de caza, as pantasmas adicábanse a asustar a os cazadores pola noite e polo día non podían durmir polo canto dos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FwQsMq6r5Cw/SYv8Tqea_CI/AAAAAAAAACg/IXSlprypLR8/s1600-h/os+oito+pantasmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 182px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_FwQsMq6r5Cw/SYv8Tqea_CI/AAAAAAAAACg/IXSlprypLR8/s320/os+oito+pantasmas.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299606801281121314" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;paxaros.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pasados uns días Juanita dixo: Estou farta de estar aquí! Por que non imos &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;buscar unha casa que teña inquilinos?&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;As pantasmas puxéronse a buscar unha casa habitada.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Atoparon unha casa que tiña a fachada pintada de amarelo. &lt;/span&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Dentro tiña un gran salón cuns sofás de pel ,&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FwQsMq6r5Cw/SYv9yqhhLbI/AAAAAAAAACw/_1zOJ8FOt5k/s1600-h/la+casa+amarilla.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="margin: 0pt 0pt 10px 10px; float: right; cursor: pointer; width: 249px; height: 181px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_FwQsMq6r5Cw/SYv9yqhhLbI/AAAAAAAAACw/_1zOJ8FOt5k/s320/la+casa+amarilla.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299608433381682610" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;uns dormitorios pequenos decorados en azul e a cociña tiña unha neveira branca chea de comida. Tamén tiña un xardín con flores e uns bambáns de cor vermello.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;o:p&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/o:p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Pepe dixo: esta casa é moi bonita .Por que non nos quedamos a vivir aquí?...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p class="MsoNormal"&gt;&lt;span style="font-size:130%;"&gt;Podes escoitalo aquí&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.clickcaster.com/plugin_assets/clickcaster_engine/players/singleaudio.swf?base_url=http://www.clickcaster.com&amp;amp;slug=viaxandoencuarto&amp;amp;bgcolor=000000&amp;amp;endbox=true&amp;amp;file=http://www.clickcaster.com/users/Fernefa/assets/a_casa_amarela.mp3&amp;amp;text=a%20casa%20amarela" quality="high" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent" pluginspage="http://www.macromedia.com/go/getflashplayer" width="235" height="28"&gt;&lt;/embed&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/1145659219366816502-5582159323060508069?l=viaxandoencuarto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viaxandoencuarto.blogspot.com/feeds/5582159323060508069/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145659219366816502&amp;postID=5582159323060508069' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145659219366816502/posts/default/5582159323060508069'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145659219366816502/posts/default/5582159323060508069'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viaxandoencuarto.blogspot.com/2009/02/casa-amarela.html' title='A CASA AMARELA'/><author><name>pilar rilo</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/09545625990717611413</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/_FwQsMq6r5Cw/SYv7wf1Pg9I/AAAAAAAAACY/e9btySQjwkA/s72-c/pantasmas+e+policia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-1145659219366816502.post-1681492860948735077</id><published>2009-01-29T01:31:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-04-02T14:57:04.454-07:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='4º A'/><title type='text'>AS PANTASMAS DA CASA BRANCA</title><content type='html'>&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;Érase unha vez unhas pantasmas que vivían nunha casa de "okupas" que&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_fLy8QR5yw/SYF_wCJO2yI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PwazZusnm8E/s1600-h/casa.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296655099950455586" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 154px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 206px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_fLy8QR5yw/SYF_wCJO2yI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PwazZusnm8E/s320/casa.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; estaba nun bosque terrorífico.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Un día o dono da casa foi ver en que condicións estaba para vendela e de repente encontrou as oito pantasmas e díxolles: como vos chamades e que facedes na miña casa?&lt;br /&gt;E as pantasmas dixeron: &lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_fLy8QR5yw/SYF_9KobMkI/AAAAAAAAAAU/DDRVU598Ob0/s1600-h/3+co+rei.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296655325567070786" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 244px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 79px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_G_fLy8QR5yw/SYF_9KobMkI/AAAAAAAAAAU/DDRVU598Ob0/s320/3+co+rei.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Chamámanos: Juanita, Daniela, Nicolasa, Juan, Andreo, Paulo, Pepe e Ignacio.&lt;br /&gt;Entón nese mismo momento o dono &lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296655581075133794" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 101px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 93px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_G_fLy8QR5yw/SYGAMCeS1WI/AAAAAAAAAAc/VYeV3CtTgJU/s320/1+pantasma.jpg" border="0" /&gt;marchou correndo a buscar a policía e empezou a dicirlle o ocurrido.&lt;/span&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_fLy8QR5yw/SYGAbxZmjDI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wgaDayp31M0/s1600-h/3+pantasmas.jpg"&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5296655851369958450" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 239px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 64px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_G_fLy8QR5yw/SYGAbxZmjDI/AAAAAAAAAAk/wgaDayp31M0/s320/3+pantasmas.jpg" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/span&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;span style="color:#000000;"&gt; Cando chegaron alí xa non vían a ninguén.&lt;br /&gt;Deron volta e víronse ameazados cunha pistola.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;E nese momento...&lt;/span&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Podes escoitalo aquí:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;embed src="http://www.clickcaster.com/plugin_assets/clickcaster_engine/players/singleaudio.swf?base_url=http://www.clickcaster.com&amp;slug=viaxandoencuarto&amp;bgcolor=000000&amp;endbox=true&amp;file=http://www.clickcaster.com/users/Fernefa/assets/as_pantasmas_da_casabranca.mp3&amp;text=as%20pantasmas%20da%20casabranca" quality="high" width="235" height="28" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" wmode="transparent"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/1145659219366816502-1681492860948735077?l=viaxandoencuarto.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://viaxandoencuarto.blogspot.com/feeds/1681492860948735077/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=1145659219366816502&amp;postID=1681492860948735077' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145659219366816502/posts/default/1681492860948735077'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/1145659219366816502/posts/default/1681492860948735077'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://viaxandoencuarto.blogspot.com/2009/01/as-pantasmas-da-casa-branca.html' title='AS PANTASMAS DA CASA BRANCA'/><author><name>isabel</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10366322097926497181</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/_G_fLy8QR5yw/SYF_wCJO2yI/AAAAAAAAAAM/PwazZusnm8E/s72-c/casa.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
