<?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-5610293337404533035</id><updated>2012-02-01T06:04:12.836+01:00</updated><category term='CURTAS'/><category term='Iván Fernández'/><category term='Rafael'/><category term='actividades'/><category term='MÚSICA'/><category term='Asia'/><category term='GuerraMundial(1ª)'/><category term='Dani B. B'/><category term='Historia'/><category term='Jonatan'/><category term='Iberia'/><category term='Raquel'/><category term='visigodos'/><category term='literatura'/><category term='Dani S. C.'/><category term='Mesopotamia'/><category term='2011-2012'/><category term='Martín'/><category term='Marius'/><category term='Yolanda'/><category term='Carmen'/><category term='Lucía F.C.'/><category term='Exipto'/><category term='2008'/><category term='revoluciónindustrial'/><category term='Islam'/><category term='América'/><category term='Vanesa'/><category term='Iván A.F.'/><category term='UN'/><category term='David'/><category term='Ramón C. A.'/><category term='Santi P. C.'/><category term='Brais'/><category term='2008-2009'/><category term='descrición'/><category term='XEOGRAFÍA'/><category term='2010-2011'/><category term='L.Leticia. B.M.'/><category term='África'/><category term='Noemí'/><category term='2011-2012.'/><category term='LIBROS'/><category term='Medievo'/><category term='Europa'/><category term='Renacemento'/><category term='argumentación'/><category term='Guillermo C. V.'/><category term='Grecia'/><category term='Teatro'/><category term='Arte'/><category term='Iria'/><category term='2009-2010'/><category term='Alandalús'/><category term='Barroco'/><category term='Roma'/><category term='Cristina'/><category term='Alba'/><title type='text'>SETEMAISUN      7+1</title><subtitle type='html'>Blog de alumnas e alumnos de Diversificación Curricular do IES Chano Piñeiro de Forcarei</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><link rel='next' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default?start-index=101&amp;max-results=100'/><author><name>setemaisun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815823764001933336</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>355</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610293337404533035.post-1772706494725137894</id><published>2012-01-27T15:57:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T15:57:00.414+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011-2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yolanda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIBROS'/><title type='text'>Las pelirrojas traen mala suerte.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-alhIfPIciwo/Tx7KCY4XnoI/AAAAAAAAB58/LhtNcNqQUOI/s1600/41o9xFXP%252BG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701216320685055618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-alhIfPIciwo/Tx7KCY4XnoI/AAAAAAAAB58/LhtNcNqQUOI/s320/41o9xFXP%252BG.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O escritor Manuel L. Alonso; editorial Alfaguara&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Este libro trata de la historia de como se conocen un chico y una chica que viven en la calle y a ella la busca la policía y su cómplice porque ella sabe que los que cometieron el atraco hace años fueron los policías. Ella se pasa el tiempo intentando encontrar a su novio yendo de pueblo en pueblo en compañía de un amigo; en el transcurso del viaje ella es perseguida y violada por el policía y su amigo la ayuda; se enamora de ella...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTA:7&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5610293337404533035-1772706494725137894?l=setemaisun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/feeds/1772706494725137894/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5610293337404533035&amp;postID=1772706494725137894&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/1772706494725137894'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/1772706494725137894'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/2012/01/las-pelirrojas-traen-mala-suerte_27.html' title='Las pelirrojas traen mala suerte.'/><author><name>setemaisun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815823764001933336</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/-alhIfPIciwo/Tx7KCY4XnoI/AAAAAAAAB58/LhtNcNqQUOI/s72-c/41o9xFXP%252BG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610293337404533035.post-1309747287131254644</id><published>2012-01-24T16:03:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T16:20:06.533+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011-2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brais'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIBROS'/><title type='text'>A toupiña cegarata</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Slpw9-K_LyU/Tx7LT3UM7fI/AAAAAAAAB7E/WoHyjvpnkps/s1600/28.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 203px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701217720424263154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Slpw9-K_LyU/Tx7LT3UM7fI/AAAAAAAAB7E/WoHyjvpnkps/s320/28.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Autora: Ánxela Gracián, Editorial: Galaxia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Este libro cóntanos a historia dunha toupa que se chamaba Veludiña e era a xefa. Un día foi falar cunha salamántiga porque elas non saían. Entón díxolle que o dono do prado comprara un podenco para matalas. Un día chegou o podenco e matou moitas delas, entón Veludiña fixo unhas galerías máis fondas pero o can deu con elas outro día e matou máis, Veludiña pensou que tiña que que haber unha traidora. Era pencada pero non o sabía, cando pencada empezou a mandar máis ca ela marchou e foi pensando que a traidora era pencada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOTA:4&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5610293337404533035-1309747287131254644?l=setemaisun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/feeds/1309747287131254644/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5610293337404533035&amp;postID=1309747287131254644&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/1309747287131254644'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/1309747287131254644'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/2012/01/toupina-cegarata.html' title='A toupiña cegarata'/><author><name>setemaisun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815823764001933336</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/-Slpw9-K_LyU/Tx7LT3UM7fI/AAAAAAAAB7E/WoHyjvpnkps/s72-c/28.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610293337404533035.post-7077782048295817858</id><published>2012-01-24T15:58:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T16:21:09.809+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011-2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Iván Fernández'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIBROS'/><title type='text'>O achado do castro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RHXXSiCej2I/Tx7KkIeAFPI/AAAAAAAAB6U/lka2pPU903Q/s1600/imagenProducto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 186px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701216900395046130" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-RHXXSiCej2I/Tx7KkIeAFPI/AAAAAAAAB6U/lka2pPU903Q/s320/imagenProducto.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Escrito por Manuel Núñez Singala. Editorial: Sotelo Blanco&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Esta obra de teatro foi escrita no ano setenta e sete antes de Cristo. A obra trata sobre un emperador, a súa filla Carmiñae e Arpexia e o seu fillo Manolitus, estes dous rapaces estaban moi namorados pero os seus pais non aprobaban a súa relación. O Emperador tiña un medallón e había dous ladróns chamados Catulo e Caleno que querían roubarllo pero non eran capaces. Ao final o Emperador e Arpexia tamén rematan namorándose e planeando unha voda, e así Manolitos e Carmiñae tamén poderían casar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nota:8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5610293337404533035-7077782048295817858?l=setemaisun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/feeds/7077782048295817858/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5610293337404533035&amp;postID=7077782048295817858&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/7077782048295817858'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/7077782048295817858'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/2012/01/o-achado-do-castro_24.html' title='O achado do castro'/><author><name>setemaisun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815823764001933336</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/-RHXXSiCej2I/Tx7KkIeAFPI/AAAAAAAAB6U/lka2pPU903Q/s72-c/imagenProducto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610293337404533035.post-3791119378189194561</id><published>2012-01-24T15:55:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T16:23:13.664+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011-2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIBROS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cristina'/><title type='text'>Memorias dun neno labrego</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tLJeqKKnqeI/Tx7LQDhs_WI/AAAAAAAAB64/PaVpPNW-5ro/s1600/imagesCAOFWWU7.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 180px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 280px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701217654982638946" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-tLJeqKKnqeI/Tx7LQDhs_WI/AAAAAAAAB64/PaVpPNW-5ro/s320/imagesCAOFWWU7.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Editorial: Galaxia. Autor: Xosé Neira Vilas&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Trata dun neno pobre chamado Balbino;el critica ós nenos ricos porque segundo el non saben o que é traballar nin vivir en circunstancias malas. El escribe os seus sentimentos nun caderno, e algún día gustarílle facer un librodel. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Balbino é un neno que é maltratado polo seu pai, un día pegoulle por ensuciarlle a cara ao fillo dun señor rico e el escapou da casa para o bosque, empezaron a buscalo pero non aparecía ata que o encontrou o seu can, cando chegou á casa seu pai pegoulle por escapar. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Balbino non podía ir ás festas coma os outros nenos, xa que estaban de loito pola morte do seu padriño, pero como non podía asistir ás festas ao día seguinte das festas el ía mirar que restos quedaran, e un dia encontrou unha caixiña, que gardou coma un tesouro que o quitaría da pobreza, pero un día de moita chuvia a caixiña desapareceu do escondite.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Balbino quería deixar de ser pobre, xa que a súa nai choraba por non ter os recursos necesarios para levar unha boa vida e darlla a el, entón el dixo que quería marchar como o fixera seu irmán Miguel, pero non o deixaron.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Un día Balbino tivo un problema e tivo que marchar, estivo na casa dun señor servindo durante moito tempo e alí coñeceu...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nota:5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5610293337404533035-3791119378189194561?l=setemaisun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/feeds/3791119378189194561/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5610293337404533035&amp;postID=3791119378189194561&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/3791119378189194561'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/3791119378189194561'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/2012/01/memorias-dun-neno-labrego_598.html' title='Memorias dun neno labrego'/><author><name>setemaisun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815823764001933336</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/-tLJeqKKnqeI/Tx7LQDhs_WI/AAAAAAAAB64/PaVpPNW-5ro/s72-c/imagesCAOFWWU7.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610293337404533035.post-2777404420820359737</id><published>2012-01-24T15:43:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T16:06:38.115+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rafael'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011-2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIBROS'/><title type='text'>Memorias dun neno labrego</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--luhHaCuIYE/Tx7H0l1fpsI/AAAAAAAAB5w/ym2dDC_iI1Y/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 183px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 276px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701213884621235906" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/--luhHaCuIYE/Tx7H0l1fpsI/AAAAAAAAB5w/ym2dDC_iI1Y/s320/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este libro foi escrito por Xose Neira Vilas, editado por Galaxia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Este libro conta capítulo tras capítulo as historias dun rapaz chamado Balbino. A súa familia era moi pobre e conta que Balbino era moi listo, sempre ía vestido de loito porque non tiña outra roupa, sempre ía a misa e á escola. Balbino era tan listo que ata el deba clase cando a profesora estaba enferma.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;NOTA:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5610293337404533035-2777404420820359737?l=setemaisun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/feeds/2777404420820359737/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5610293337404533035&amp;postID=2777404420820359737&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/2777404420820359737'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/2777404420820359737'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/2012/01/memorias-dun-neno-labrego_24.html' title='Memorias dun neno labrego'/><author><name>setemaisun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815823764001933336</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/--luhHaCuIYE/Tx7H0l1fpsI/AAAAAAAAB5w/ym2dDC_iI1Y/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610293337404533035.post-8483631366585704765</id><published>2012-01-24T15:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T15:44:13.277+01:00</updated><title type='text'>Memorias dun neno labrego</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5610293337404533035-8483631366585704765?l=setemaisun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/feeds/8483631366585704765/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5610293337404533035&amp;postID=8483631366585704765&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/8483631366585704765'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/8483631366585704765'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/2012/01/memorias-dun-neno-labrego.html' title='Memorias dun neno labrego'/><author><name>setemaisun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815823764001933336</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-5610293337404533035.post-4900435552771606249</id><published>2012-01-23T16:01:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T16:15:50.092+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011-2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Martín'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIBROS'/><title type='text'>O achado do castro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WH24iYClsqw/Tx7KbcY5wpI/AAAAAAAAB6I/gmmFdbGQoiE/s1600/achado.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 186px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701216751123546770" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-WH24iYClsqw/Tx7KbcY5wpI/AAAAAAAAB6I/gmmFdbGQoiE/s320/achado.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Autor: Manuel Nuñez Singala . Editorial: Sotelo Blanco&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Esta obra de teatro trata duha historia de amor entre a filla do César e o fillo da comerciante máis rica de Roma, é moi humorística.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Os pais ao principio opoñénse pero despois namoran e casan permitindo que os seus fillos tamén casen&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nota: 7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5610293337404533035-4900435552771606249?l=setemaisun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/feeds/4900435552771606249/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5610293337404533035&amp;postID=4900435552771606249&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/4900435552771606249'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/4900435552771606249'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/2012/01/o-achado-do-castro.html' title='O achado do castro'/><author><name>setemaisun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815823764001933336</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/-WH24iYClsqw/Tx7KbcY5wpI/AAAAAAAAB6I/gmmFdbGQoiE/s72-c/achado.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610293337404533035.post-1544307274461311882</id><published>2012-01-21T16:04:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T16:17:57.716+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011-2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carmen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIBROS'/><title type='text'>O  Achado do castro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f_UwpELj0-g/Tx7LeTiqnXI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/roXuNko4j0I/s1600/thumbnail.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 104px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701217899799813490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-f_UwpELj0-g/Tx7LeTiqnXI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/roXuNko4j0I/s320/thumbnail.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Autor: Miguel Núñez Singala. Editorial: Sotelo Blanco&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Esta obra de teatro foi encontrada nunha excavación. Trata dunha historia de amor entre Carmiñae e Manolitus pero o emperador e a nai del non o aproban. O sabio recoméndanlle encerralos no cárcere. O emperador e Arpeixa....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOTA:7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5610293337404533035-1544307274461311882?l=setemaisun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/feeds/1544307274461311882/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5610293337404533035&amp;postID=1544307274461311882&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/1544307274461311882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/1544307274461311882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/2012/01/o-achado-do-castro_21.html' title='O  Achado do castro'/><author><name>setemaisun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815823764001933336</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/-f_UwpELj0-g/Tx7LeTiqnXI/AAAAAAAAB7Q/roXuNko4j0I/s72-c/thumbnail.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610293337404533035.post-8544362506889196434</id><published>2012-01-20T15:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T16:00:28.606+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011-2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Martín'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIBROS'/><title type='text'>Diario dun neno labrego</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xKnuX3FWEeo/Tx7G9B25LDI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/NflW56w4Ukw/s1600/Memorias_dun_neno_labrego.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 207px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701212930070621234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-xKnuX3FWEeo/Tx7G9B25LDI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/NflW56w4Ukw/s320/Memorias_dun_neno_labrego.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Autor: Xosé Neira Vilas. Editorial:Galaxia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Este libro é unha especie de diario onde un rapaz pobre conta as súas vivenzas. Este rapaz ten unha infancia terrible, traballa moito e aínda por enriba moitas veces péganlle.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Ao rapaz morreulle seu tio e mais seu padriño, por culpa disto non pode ir a ningunha festa xa que ten que gardarlles loito.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Un día deulle con unha pedra ao fillo dos seus señores na cabeza. Seu pai pegoulle cunha corda, el escupeulle na cara e marchou da casa.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nota: 8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5610293337404533035-8544362506889196434?l=setemaisun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/feeds/8544362506889196434/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5610293337404533035&amp;postID=8544362506889196434&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/8544362506889196434'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/8544362506889196434'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/2012/01/diario-dun-neno-labrego.html' title='Diario dun neno labrego'/><author><name>setemaisun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815823764001933336</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/-xKnuX3FWEeo/Tx7G9B25LDI/AAAAAAAAB5Y/NflW56w4Ukw/s72-c/Memorias_dun_neno_labrego.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610293337404533035.post-5687874207634633774</id><published>2012-01-18T15:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T16:03:34.067+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011-2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carmen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIBROS'/><title type='text'>Las pelirrojas traen mala suerte</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fEd07r1qgE0/Tx7Gdv_XCCI/AAAAAAAAB5A/VJ4h-vdwyWY/s1600/imagesCAN2TYOB.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 241px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 234px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701212392698349602" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-fEd07r1qgE0/Tx7Gdv_XCCI/AAAAAAAAB5A/VJ4h-vdwyWY/s320/imagesCAN2TYOB.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Autor: Manuel L.Alonso. Editorial: Alfaguara&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Este libro trata dun rapaz de catorce anos que decide marchar da casa. Encontra uns amigos que viven nun almacén. El namórase dunha rapaza de 18 anos chamada Helena. Ela ten mozo e a policía estaos buscando porque viron como mataron un home. O rapaz de catorce anos a pesar de estar namorado de Helena decide axudala.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOTA:7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5610293337404533035-5687874207634633774?l=setemaisun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/feeds/5687874207634633774/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5610293337404533035&amp;postID=5687874207634633774&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/5687874207634633774'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/5687874207634633774'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/2012/01/las-pelirrojas-traen-mala-suerte.html' title='Las pelirrojas traen mala suerte'/><author><name>setemaisun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815823764001933336</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/-fEd07r1qgE0/Tx7Gdv_XCCI/AAAAAAAAB5A/VJ4h-vdwyWY/s72-c/imagesCAN2TYOB.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610293337404533035.post-688086999168903769</id><published>2012-01-12T15:42:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T15:57:14.309+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011-2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Iván Fernández'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIBROS'/><title type='text'>Memorias dun neno labrego</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IG-X_933XoU/Tx7GahxLQfI/AAAAAAAAB40/8o3Sc0rYWks/s1600/imagenProducto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 206px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701212337341153778" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-IG-X_933XoU/Tx7GahxLQfI/AAAAAAAAB40/8o3Sc0rYWks/s320/imagenProducto.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autor: Xosé Neira Vilas. Editorial: Galaxia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Este libro cóntanos a historia dun rapaz chamado Balbino, a súa familia era moi pobre. Balbino tiña un pequeno diario no que escribía todos os días e nel contaba a súa vida. El tamén era moi intelixente e moi traballador, pero un día escapouse da casa a causa de que lle pegaban. Ata que ao final atopouno o seu can. Despois morreu o seu tío e gardou loito pola súa morte. Logo o Manolito queríalle pegar, pero Balbino dalle cunha pedra na cabeza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nota:6&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5610293337404533035-688086999168903769?l=setemaisun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/feeds/688086999168903769/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5610293337404533035&amp;postID=688086999168903769&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/688086999168903769'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/688086999168903769'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/2012/01/memorias-dun-neno-labrego_12.html' title='Memorias dun neno labrego'/><author><name>setemaisun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815823764001933336</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/-IG-X_933XoU/Tx7GahxLQfI/AAAAAAAAB40/8o3Sc0rYWks/s72-c/imagenProducto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610293337404533035.post-4579850641029944298</id><published>2011-12-27T14:21:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T16:06:57.495+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011-2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noemí'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIBROS'/><title type='text'>O Principiño</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V3olxBmEF5k/Tx7G7R8aSyI/AAAAAAAAB5M/8Q1rs-yvbrg/s1600/O_PRIN%257E1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 214px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701212900028992290" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-V3olxBmEF5k/Tx7G7R8aSyI/AAAAAAAAB5M/8Q1rs-yvbrg/s320/O_PRIN%257E1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Autor: Antoine de Saint-Exupéry&lt;br /&gt;Editorial: Galaxia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Este libro trata dun neno ao que lle gusta moito debuxar, pero os maiores prohibíronllo. Cando se fixo maior, fíxose piloto de avións. Un día tivo unha avaría co avión no Sahara, quedáballe auga só para uns días. Cando espertou atopou en fronte del un rapaciño. O rapaz pediulle que lle debuxara un año, pero non sabía como debuxalo. E foi así como se coñeceron. O principiño non era un rapaz calquera, el estaba namorado dunha flor... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTA:5,5&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5610293337404533035-4579850641029944298?l=setemaisun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/feeds/4579850641029944298/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5610293337404533035&amp;postID=4579850641029944298&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/4579850641029944298'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/4579850641029944298'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/2011/12/o-principino_2076.html' title='O Principiño'/><author><name>setemaisun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815823764001933336</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/-V3olxBmEF5k/Tx7G7R8aSyI/AAAAAAAAB5M/8Q1rs-yvbrg/s72-c/O_PRIN%257E1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610293337404533035.post-166368458291461251</id><published>2011-12-27T14:01:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T16:18:28.451+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011-2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noemí'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIBROS'/><title type='text'>¿Sobrevives?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-368e5-rSIFk/Tx7LNAXIXBI/AAAAAAAAB6s/Q1E0zrsEdVw/s1600/sobreg.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 315px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701217602593381394" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-368e5-rSIFk/Tx7LNAXIXBI/AAAAAAAAB6s/Q1E0zrsEdVw/s320/sobreg.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Autora: Fina Casalderrey&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Editorial: Xerais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este libro trata dun rapaz, Francisco, que sempre se mete en líos polo que o director o castiga con frecuencia, pero ao rapaz parece non importarlle moito, el o que quere é chamar a atención da xente. Francisco ten uns amigos peculiares. A pesar de todo isto, el non cambia a súa forma de ser nin a súa maneira de ver as cousas. A medida que vai transcorrendo o libro, vainos contando unha serie de historias e cousas que lle ocorren... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOTA:6,50&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5610293337404533035-166368458291461251?l=setemaisun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/feeds/166368458291461251/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5610293337404533035&amp;postID=166368458291461251&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/166368458291461251'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/166368458291461251'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/2011/12/sobrevives.html' title='¿Sobrevives?'/><author><name>setemaisun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815823764001933336</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/-368e5-rSIFk/Tx7LNAXIXBI/AAAAAAAAB6s/Q1E0zrsEdVw/s72-c/sobreg.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610293337404533035.post-4802140964543788362</id><published>2011-12-22T15:45:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T16:02:32.594+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011-2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brais'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIBROS'/><title type='text'>Xoeliki</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ypY1arHHf6Y/Tx7HHXh5rQI/AAAAAAAAB5k/7F63ajHPj6Y/s1600/xoeliki.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 177px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 272px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701213107686845698" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-ypY1arHHf6Y/Tx7HHXh5rQI/AAAAAAAAB5k/7F63ajHPj6Y/s320/xoeliki.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;AUTOR: Abraham Carreiro.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Editorial: Sotelo Blanco&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Este libro trata dun rapaz que lle encantaban os videoxogos chamado Xoeliki que tamén se dedicaba a chatear cunha rapaza por internet que era a súa amiga. Cando chega á escola descobre que todos os ordenadores teñen un virus; cando volve á casa atópase un recibo de alguén descoñecido que lle dicía que o esperaba na cafetería de enfrente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cando foi atopouse cun home e díxolle que lle tiña que axudar a destruír o virus. E entre os tres, Xoeliki, o home e a amiga destrúeno.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOTA: 6 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5610293337404533035-4802140964543788362?l=setemaisun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/feeds/4802140964543788362/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5610293337404533035&amp;postID=4802140964543788362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/4802140964543788362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/4802140964543788362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/2011/12/xoeliki_22.html' title='Xoeliki'/><author><name>setemaisun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815823764001933336</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/-ypY1arHHf6Y/Tx7HHXh5rQI/AAAAAAAAB5k/7F63ajHPj6Y/s72-c/xoeliki.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610293337404533035.post-2850529940246583659</id><published>2011-12-19T16:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T16:17:06.333+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011-2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carmen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIBROS'/><title type='text'>Una Princesa en motocicleta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_j_cj10M1lw/TudrJs7T6uI/AAAAAAAAB4I/AqSd0pCIzK4/s1600/451.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 190px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 175px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685630869001464546" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-_j_cj10M1lw/TudrJs7T6uI/AAAAAAAAB4I/AqSd0pCIzK4/s320/451.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Autores: Raquel Garrido y Carlos Velazquez. Editorial: Apila&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Este cuento trata sobre una princesa. La princesa estaba jugando en la biblioteca y sin querer le cayó la estantería de libros. Los libros al caer se abrieron y los`personajes de los cuentos salieron. Se escucharon pasos y cada uno se metió en un cuento diferente. La princesa cogío una motocicleta y...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;NOTA: 5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5610293337404533035-2850529940246583659?l=setemaisun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/feeds/2850529940246583659/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5610293337404533035&amp;postID=2850529940246583659&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/2850529940246583659'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/2850529940246583659'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/2011/12/una-princesa-en-motocicleta.html' title='Una Princesa en motocicleta'/><author><name>setemaisun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815823764001933336</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/-_j_cj10M1lw/TudrJs7T6uI/AAAAAAAAB4I/AqSd0pCIzK4/s72-c/451.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610293337404533035.post-2854223369559861547</id><published>2011-12-18T15:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-18T15:58:00.473+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011-2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noemí'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIBROS'/><title type='text'>Exogamia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EHqgFYVWVik/TudqKLxrSuI/AAAAAAAAB3w/c1qLfkOP_nE/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 194px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685629777770924770" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-EHqgFYVWVik/TudqKLxrSuI/AAAAAAAAB3w/c1qLfkOP_nE/s320/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Autor: Ramón Caride. Editorial: Xerais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Este libro está dividido en capítulos; fálanos sobre países subdesenvolvidos. Nun capítulo cóntanos o moito que traballan os nenos para poderen comer. Outro cóntanos como hai unhas pílulas que fan que olvides o pasado. Outro vai sobre a clonación dos animais... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOTA:3 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5610293337404533035-2854223369559861547?l=setemaisun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/feeds/2854223369559861547/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5610293337404533035&amp;postID=2854223369559861547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/2854223369559861547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/2854223369559861547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/2011/12/exogamia.html' title='Exogamia'/><author><name>setemaisun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815823764001933336</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/-EHqgFYVWVik/TudqKLxrSuI/AAAAAAAAB3w/c1qLfkOP_nE/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610293337404533035.post-5436431643830254693</id><published>2011-12-17T15:54:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-17T15:54:00.806+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011-2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Iván Fernández'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIBROS'/><title type='text'>Xoeliki  as aventuras dun ciberpirata</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jX99-I6xtR8/Tudp17_PYFI/AAAAAAAAB3k/1FTpR3N7NEg/s1600/imagenProducto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 202px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685629429935464530" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jX99-I6xtR8/Tudp17_PYFI/AAAAAAAAB3k/1FTpR3N7NEg/s320/imagenProducto.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Autor: Abraham Carreiro. Editorial : Sotelo Blanco &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Este libro cóntanos a historia dun rapaz chamado Xoeliki que ten once anos ao que lle gustaba moito xogar cos ordenadores e falar cunha rapaza á que coñecera pero nunca a vira. Un amigo do seu pai púxose en contacto con Xoeliki para regalarlle un teléfono móbil con videochamada para ver á rapaza coa que falaba sempre. E Xoeliki entrou a formar parte dunha escola pirata para loitar contra un virus que afectara a todos os ordenadores do mundo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nota: 7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5610293337404533035-5436431643830254693?l=setemaisun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/feeds/5436431643830254693/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5610293337404533035&amp;postID=5436431643830254693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/5436431643830254693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/5436431643830254693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/2011/12/xoeliki-as-aventuras-dun-ciberpirata.html' title='Xoeliki  as aventuras dun ciberpirata'/><author><name>setemaisun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815823764001933336</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/-jX99-I6xtR8/Tudp17_PYFI/AAAAAAAAB3k/1FTpR3N7NEg/s72-c/imagenProducto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610293337404533035.post-2988902088154720047</id><published>2011-12-15T15:52:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-15T15:52:00.410+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011-2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIBROS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cristina'/><title type='text'>Las pelirrojas traen mala suerte</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MPvLZ-mXx0k/TudpQB1gfBI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/mFQwOsxYn6Q/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 129px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 184px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685628778670226450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-MPvLZ-mXx0k/TudpQB1gfBI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/mFQwOsxYn6Q/s320/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Editorial: Alfaguara, Autor: Manuel L. Alonso&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Este libro trata de un chico de catorce años que se fuga de su casa y se queda en un almacén con unos amigos, o mejor dicho con unos "ocupas". Allí conoce a Helena, una pelirroja de mayor edad que él. La polícia los descubre y entonces tuvieron que huir del almacén. Helena y Chico, el protagonista, huyeron juntos. Iban en busca del novio de ella, Juan. Chico estaba enamorado de ella, la policía les perseguía porque Juan y Helena presenciaran como un policía había matado a un hombre y el policía quería matarlos para que no revelaran la verdad de lo que habían visto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pasaron muchas cosas juntos, conocieron a un hombre llamado Horacio, que le ayudó a encontrar al policía. Al final Helena se despide de Chico y le dice que volverán a verse que ella se marcha para Brasil, su novio y chico... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;NOTA: 6&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5610293337404533035-2988902088154720047?l=setemaisun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/feeds/2988902088154720047/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5610293337404533035&amp;postID=2988902088154720047&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/2988902088154720047'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/2988902088154720047'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/2011/12/las-pelirrojas-traen-mala-suerte.html' title='Las pelirrojas traen mala suerte'/><author><name>setemaisun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815823764001933336</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/-MPvLZ-mXx0k/TudpQB1gfBI/AAAAAAAAB3Y/mFQwOsxYn6Q/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610293337404533035.post-4476582100527074829</id><published>2011-12-14T15:41:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T15:41:02.151+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011-2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Martín'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIBROS'/><title type='text'>O contador de estrelas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mCuWsUQaRx4/TudoYIUXP9I/AAAAAAAAB3A/00qLiOzTxuQ/s1600/0393049001255446916-.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 193px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685627818337583058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-mCuWsUQaRx4/TudoYIUXP9I/AAAAAAAAB3A/00qLiOzTxuQ/s320/0393049001255446916-.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Autores: Jaureguizar. Editorial:Alfaguara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este libro cóntanos a historia dunha rapaza chamada Antía.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Esta rapaza ten que acompañar a súa nai a un aeródromo apartado do mundo no que non había nada de arredor. Ela non a quería acompañar pero unha vez alí coñeceu a Enver, xunto a este mozo descubreu a astronomía e mais o amor. Foi un dos seus mellores veráns.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;nota:6&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5610293337404533035-4476582100527074829?l=setemaisun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/feeds/4476582100527074829/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5610293337404533035&amp;postID=4476582100527074829&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/4476582100527074829'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/4476582100527074829'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/2011/12/o-contador-de-estrelas.html' title='O contador de estrelas'/><author><name>setemaisun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815823764001933336</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/-mCuWsUQaRx4/TudoYIUXP9I/AAAAAAAAB3A/00qLiOzTxuQ/s72-c/0393049001255446916-.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610293337404533035.post-2757126484742355067</id><published>2011-12-13T16:06:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T15:54:49.720+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011-2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIBROS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cristina'/><title type='text'>Alicia en el pais de las maravillas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kLQg-CkPxqA/Tx7FszCrCRI/AAAAAAAAB4c/m18FiRSkVV0/s1600/imagesCAB2JZ2Y.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 184px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 243px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701211551703959826" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-kLQg-CkPxqA/Tx7FszCrCRI/AAAAAAAAB4c/m18FiRSkVV0/s320/imagesCAB2JZ2Y.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Editorial: Xerais. Autor: Lewis Carroll&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Alicia se encuentra sentada a la sombra de un árbol con su hermana mayor, cuando de repente ve aparecer un conejo blanco, ella lo persigue a través de una conejera, cayó en un vacío y ya no pudo retroceder. Ella por instantes cambiaba de tamaño, ella empezó a llorar y cayó en un estanque el cual lo había creado con sus lágrimas. La niña se encontró con un ratón que le ayudó a llegar a la orilla pero cuando el se marchó ella empezó a llorar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ella acabó en la casa del conejo blanco y para salir de allí tuvo que pasar muchas pruebas. Alicia al salir de la casa del conejo, se adentró en el bosque en donde se encontró con la Reina de corazones, su marido, la Duquesa...&lt;br /&gt;Al final ella despierta debajo del árbol ya al atardecer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nota:9&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5610293337404533035-2757126484742355067?l=setemaisun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/feeds/2757126484742355067/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5610293337404533035&amp;postID=2757126484742355067&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/2757126484742355067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/2757126484742355067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/2011/12/alicia-en-el-pais-de-las-maravillas.html' title='Alicia en el pais de las maravillas'/><author><name>setemaisun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815823764001933336</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/-kLQg-CkPxqA/Tx7FszCrCRI/AAAAAAAAB4c/m18FiRSkVV0/s72-c/imagesCAB2JZ2Y.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610293337404533035.post-9111269394913487095</id><published>2011-12-13T16:02:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2012-01-24T15:56:00.287+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011-2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yolanda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIBROS'/><title type='text'>Unha princesa en motocicleta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oQLUclRDv4U/Tx7F_rTSeAI/AAAAAAAAB4o/xl6yVWUTn_s/s1600/una%252520princesa%252520en%252520motocicleta%252520apila.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 298px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5701211876043683842" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-oQLUclRDv4U/Tx7F_rTSeAI/AAAAAAAAB4o/xl6yVWUTn_s/s320/una%252520princesa%252520en%252520motocicleta%252520apila.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Os autores son Raquel Garrido y Carlos Velázquez da Editorial Apila.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Este álbum ilustrado conta a historía dunha princesa, que ao caer todos os libros do estante ó chan mestúranse unhas historías coas outras, e no seu conto falta o dragón, por iso decide ir a buscalo; no primeiro conto que foi encontrou unha motocicleta que lle fixo máis doada a búsqueda, e como nunha secuencia no conto sempre encontra un personaxe que non corresponde a súa historia e vainos levando á que lle corresponde ata que encontra o dragón, convenceo para que volva ó seu conto coa condición de que o príncipe non o mataría. Un día chega un home ó castelo e o dragón alporízase porque pensa que ven a....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5610293337404533035-9111269394913487095?l=setemaisun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/feeds/9111269394913487095/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5610293337404533035&amp;postID=9111269394913487095&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/9111269394913487095'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/9111269394913487095'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/2011/12/unha-princesa-en-motocicleta.html' title='Unha princesa en motocicleta'/><author><name>setemaisun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815823764001933336</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/-oQLUclRDv4U/Tx7F_rTSeAI/AAAAAAAAB4o/xl6yVWUTn_s/s72-c/una%252520princesa%252520en%252520motocicleta%252520apila.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610293337404533035.post-7045252995412578958</id><published>2011-12-13T15:42:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T15:52:49.164+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011-2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIBROS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cristina'/><title type='text'>Xoeliki</title><content type='html'>&lt;p align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6s-VjYcqO44/Tudl_HwtRII/AAAAAAAAB18/6ul1s08zJx8/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 114px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 175px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685625189668045954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-6s-VjYcqO44/Tudl_HwtRII/AAAAAAAAB18/6ul1s08zJx8/s320/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Autor: Abraham Carreiro, Editorial: Sotelo Blanco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Este libro trata dun neno que ten once anos que se chama Xoeliki, está viciado ao ordenador. Pasa todos os días falando coa súa amiga que coñeceu a través do ordenador, pero que non teñen trato persoalmente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Un día entra no seu ordenador e detecta un virus que afecta a todos os ordenadores, el cóntallo a un amigo de seu pai e dille que contacte con el para poder formar parte da escola pirata contra os virus. Ao final na escola pirata encontraron...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;NOTA:5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5610293337404533035-7045252995412578958?l=setemaisun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/feeds/7045252995412578958/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5610293337404533035&amp;postID=7045252995412578958&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/7045252995412578958'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/7045252995412578958'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/2011/12/xoeliki.html' title='Xoeliki'/><author><name>setemaisun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815823764001933336</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/-6s-VjYcqO44/Tudl_HwtRII/AAAAAAAAB18/6ul1s08zJx8/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610293337404533035.post-8213234771116967203</id><published>2011-12-13T15:39:00.008+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T16:08:49.762+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011-2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Iván Fernández'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIBROS'/><title type='text'>Alfagan é Flanagan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FMUbtae-bvE/Tudl-9kc-cI/AAAAAAAAB1s/clydGkI0GCM/s1600/Alfagan-e-Flanagan-18258.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 264px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 264px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685625186932292034" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-FMUbtae-bvE/Tudl-9kc-cI/AAAAAAAAB1s/clydGkI0GCM/s320/Alfagan-e-Flanagan-18258.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Escrito por Andreu Martín. Editorial: Xerais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Este libro cóntanos a historia sobre un xove detective chamado Flanagan. No Nadal, xusto o mesmo día de reis, resulta que unha amiga da mesma clase que Flanagan chamada Nieves é desaparecida. O pai de Nieves tiña moito diñeiro, era rico, e pediulle a Flanagan que investigara a súa desaparición. Flanagan coa axuda de Blanca remata descubrindo unha banda de delincuentes aos que declaran culpables nun xuízo...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nota: 6&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5610293337404533035-8213234771116967203?l=setemaisun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/feeds/8213234771116967203/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5610293337404533035&amp;postID=8213234771116967203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/8213234771116967203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/8213234771116967203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/2011/12/alfagan-e-flanagan.html' title='Alfagan é Flanagan'/><author><name>setemaisun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815823764001933336</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/-FMUbtae-bvE/Tudl-9kc-cI/AAAAAAAAB1s/clydGkI0GCM/s72-c/Alfagan-e-Flanagan-18258.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610293337404533035.post-6731601028504534300</id><published>2011-12-12T15:57:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T16:14:52.417+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011-2012.'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Martín'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIBROS'/><title type='text'>Alfagan é Flanagan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eKC4qPxR2Ic/Tudqr-DmyoI/AAAAAAAAB38/TNCJ3JPrq0c/s1600/978849782904.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 100px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685630358203583106" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-eKC4qPxR2Ic/Tudqr-DmyoI/AAAAAAAAB38/TNCJ3JPrq0c/s320/978849782904.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Autor: Andreu Martín, Jaume Ribera; Editorial: Xerais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Este libro cóntanos a historia dun rapaz chamado Flanagan que é detective. O día de reis unha rapaza da súa clase desapareceu, esta chamabase Nieves, e a ela, Blanca e Vanesa chamábanlle "corpos dez", porque parecían modelos. Eles non se levaban moi ben porque nunca falaban. O pai de Nieves era un home moi rico e encargoulle a Flanagan que investigase sobre a desaparición da filla. Flanagan como era moi intelixente e coa axuda de Blanca e da policía descubreu que...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOTA: 8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5610293337404533035-6731601028504534300?l=setemaisun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/feeds/6731601028504534300/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5610293337404533035&amp;postID=6731601028504534300&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/6731601028504534300'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/6731601028504534300'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/2011/12/alfagan-e-flanagan_12.html' title='Alfagan é Flanagan'/><author><name>setemaisun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815823764001933336</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/-eKC4qPxR2Ic/Tudqr-DmyoI/AAAAAAAAB38/TNCJ3JPrq0c/s72-c/978849782904.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610293337404533035.post-3732942109707251178</id><published>2011-12-12T15:39:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T16:09:06.617+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011-2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brais'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIBROS'/><title type='text'>Rebeldes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D8alkZcAxoc/Tudm8-OG9ZI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/yXGeXDWiAA4/s1600/rebeldes.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 180px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685626252258899346" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-D8alkZcAxoc/Tudm8-OG9ZI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/yXGeXDWiAA4/s320/rebeldes.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autora: Susana E Hilton. Editorial: Alfaguara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Este libro cóntanos as historias duns mozos que estaban nunha banda chamada greasers que teñen que fuxir e escondéronse nunha igrexa xa que durante unha pelexa mataron a un dos sock, que era a banda rival.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Despois de que se calmaran un pouco as cousas puideron volver, pouco despois houbo unha pelexa para saldar as contas...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;NOTA: 5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5610293337404533035-3732942109707251178?l=setemaisun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/feeds/3732942109707251178/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5610293337404533035&amp;postID=3732942109707251178&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/3732942109707251178'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/3732942109707251178'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/2011/12/rebeldes.html' title='Rebeldes'/><author><name>setemaisun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815823764001933336</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/-D8alkZcAxoc/Tudm8-OG9ZI/AAAAAAAAB2Q/yXGeXDWiAA4/s72-c/rebeldes.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610293337404533035.post-7741565471824147090</id><published>2011-12-11T15:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T15:58:11.550+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011-2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noemí'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIBROS'/><title type='text'>Xoeliki</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oDhHINz45xk/TudnAVNzCXI/AAAAAAAAB2c/qnRqZuEz0v8/s1600/imagenProducto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 202px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685626309971216754" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-oDhHINz45xk/TudnAVNzCXI/AAAAAAAAB2c/qnRqZuEz0v8/s320/imagenProducto.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Autor: Abraham Carreiro. Editorial: Sotelo Blanco.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Este libro trata dun neno que se chama Xoeliki, ao que lle encantan os videoxogos e tamén chatear cunha rapaza por internet.&lt;br /&gt;Un día descobre que os ordenadores do colexio teñen un virus. Entón el cóntallo a un amigo de seu pai e dille que se poña en contacto con el para formar parte dunha escola pirata contra os virus. El e mais unha amiga que xa coñecía intentarán combater o virus... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTA:7,50&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5610293337404533035-7741565471824147090?l=setemaisun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/feeds/7741565471824147090/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5610293337404533035&amp;postID=7741565471824147090&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/7741565471824147090'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/7741565471824147090'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/2011/12/xoeliki_11.html' title='Xoeliki'/><author><name>setemaisun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815823764001933336</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/-oDhHINz45xk/TudnAVNzCXI/AAAAAAAAB2c/qnRqZuEz0v8/s72-c/imagenProducto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610293337404533035.post-6979227963652931700</id><published>2011-12-10T15:39:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T16:09:17.786+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011-2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carmen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIBROS'/><title type='text'>O Principiño</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TVrGTO-8TAI/TudnrcsJL1I/AAAAAAAAB20/w82WBgqEhrk/s1600/56.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 196px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 187px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685627050711920466" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-TVrGTO-8TAI/TudnrcsJL1I/AAAAAAAAB20/w82WBgqEhrk/s320/56.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Autor: Antoine de Saint-Exopéry. Editorial: Galaxia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Este libro trata da historia dun piloto; un día tivo un accidente no medio do deserto. Só tiña auga un día. Coñeceu un neno. Parecíalle imposible que houbera alguén no deserto, O neno contoulle que pasara por cinco planetas para chegar á Terra. En cada un encontrábase con persoas moi desagradables. O neno contoulle que vivía nun planeta moi pequeno e que tiña unha flor moi bonita. El pediulle que lle debuxara...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTA: 8 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5610293337404533035-6979227963652931700?l=setemaisun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/feeds/6979227963652931700/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5610293337404533035&amp;postID=6979227963652931700&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/6979227963652931700'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/6979227963652931700'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/2011/12/o-principino.html' title='O Principiño'/><author><name>setemaisun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815823764001933336</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/-TVrGTO-8TAI/TudnrcsJL1I/AAAAAAAAB20/w82WBgqEhrk/s72-c/56.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610293337404533035.post-7707110941732253447</id><published>2011-12-09T15:44:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T16:09:29.058+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011-2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yolanda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIBROS'/><title type='text'>O diario vermello de Flanagan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Tajvnxw67Ms/TudobZetfHI/AAAAAAAAB3M/GzRldjAomug/s1600/55.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 246px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 303px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5685627874483993714" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-Tajvnxw67Ms/TudobZetfHI/AAAAAAAAB3M/GzRldjAomug/s320/55.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Os autores Andreu Martín e Jaune Ribera. Editorial Galaxia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Este libro eé moi interesante porque nos fala de sexo. É contado por un mozo chamado Flanagan, que empeza a facer un diario vermello, porque encóntrase con unha chica que tamén está a facer un.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nel fálanos de todo o relacionado co sexo, e o significado con todo o relacionado con este tema: métodos anticonceptivos, sensacións e vivenzas... Mentres o está a escribir Flanagan tamén esperimenta algunhas relacións e vivenzas... E moito máis!!!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOTA: 9&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5610293337404533035-7707110941732253447?l=setemaisun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/feeds/7707110941732253447/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5610293337404533035&amp;postID=7707110941732253447&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/7707110941732253447'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/7707110941732253447'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/2011/12/o-diario-vermello-de-flanagan.html' title='O diario vermello de Flanagan'/><author><name>setemaisun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815823764001933336</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/-Tajvnxw67Ms/TudobZetfHI/AAAAAAAAB3M/GzRldjAomug/s72-c/55.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610293337404533035.post-5214282695370511347</id><published>2011-11-28T16:18:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-28T16:18:00.279+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011-2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noemí'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIBROS'/><title type='text'>Eloísa está debajo de un almendro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ImIr50O-v4/Ts-UCzg7yLI/AAAAAAAAB1I/qoqQzE3gIXg/s1600/imagenProducto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 204px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678920431046478002" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2ImIr50O-v4/Ts-UCzg7yLI/AAAAAAAAB1I/qoqQzE3gIXg/s320/imagenProducto.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Autor: Enrique Jardiel Poncela. Editorial: Espasa Calpe.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Este libro é unha comedia de enredo onde os personaxes non se entenden entre eles e xorden confusións. Cóntanos unha historia sobre crime e misterio entre dúas familias. Pero co transcurso da obra iranse resolvendo todas as dúbidas e inconvintes que se van encontrando os personaxes. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOTA:7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5610293337404533035-5214282695370511347?l=setemaisun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/feeds/5214282695370511347/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5610293337404533035&amp;postID=5214282695370511347&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/5214282695370511347'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/5214282695370511347'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/2011/11/eloisa-esta-debajo-de-un-almendro_28.html' title='Eloísa está debajo de un almendro'/><author><name>setemaisun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815823764001933336</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/-2ImIr50O-v4/Ts-UCzg7yLI/AAAAAAAAB1I/qoqQzE3gIXg/s72-c/imagenProducto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610293337404533035.post-5540333781842421715</id><published>2011-11-27T13:55:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T15:40:26.396+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011-2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIBROS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cristina'/><title type='text'>Eloisa está debajo de un almendro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ftEp1MT5Bg0/Ts-TPvdxDwI/AAAAAAAAB0A/cmMw6QP55TE/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 105px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 151px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678919553786121986" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ftEp1MT5Bg0/Ts-TPvdxDwI/AAAAAAAAB0A/cmMw6QP55TE/s320/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Autor: Enrique Jardiel Poncela, Editorial: Espasa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Este libro é unha comedia de enredo, de dúas familias que son moi bos amigos, Briones que é unha familia de tolos e os Ojeda. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mariana Briones e Fernando Ojeda son noivos e teñen un misterioso segredo que nos os deixa vivir realmente polo amor que senten.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Clotilde Briones, tía de Mariana por pare de nai (Eloísa), mantén unha especie de relación con Ezequiel Ojeda (tío de Fernando).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Micaela, irmá de Edgardo, está empeñada en que todos os sábados entran ladróns á facenda. Edgardo non se levantaba da cama dende que a súa muller Eloísa morrera asasinada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Julia, a filla menor da familia Briones, desaparecera durante tres anos e foi aparecer casada cun policía chamado Luísote.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Clotilde pensaba que Ezequiel mataba mulleres, cando en realidade descubriu que mataba gatos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Mariana pensaba que Fernando matara a unha muller e a enterrara debaixo dun almendro. Pero, ao final descúbrese que os Briones viviran na casa que agora pertencía aos Ojeda e o asasino estaba entre eles, era...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;NOTA: 8,5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5610293337404533035-5540333781842421715?l=setemaisun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/feeds/5540333781842421715/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5610293337404533035&amp;postID=5540333781842421715&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/5540333781842421715'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/5540333781842421715'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/2011/11/eloisa-esta-debajo-de-un-almendro_27.html' title='Eloisa está debajo de un almendro'/><author><name>setemaisun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815823764001933336</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/-ftEp1MT5Bg0/Ts-TPvdxDwI/AAAAAAAAB0A/cmMw6QP55TE/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610293337404533035.post-6596317911637529910</id><published>2011-11-26T13:55:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-26T13:55:00.462+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011-2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carmen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIBROS'/><title type='text'>Xoeliki, as aventuras dun neno pirata</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U9oCtJLdDn4/Ts-TcrSwEjI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/M46u4Q0OdIs/s1600/PortadaLibro.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 198px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 298px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678919776004477490" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-U9oCtJLdDn4/Ts-TcrSwEjI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/M46u4Q0OdIs/s320/PortadaLibro.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O autor: Abraham Carreiro. Editorial: Sotelo Blanco.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Este libro trata dun neno de 11 anos que está enganchado ao ordenador. Pasa todos os días falando cunha amiga que non coñece. Un día ó encender o ordenador decátase de que ten un virus que afecta a todos os ordenadores. Cóntallo ó amigo do pai e dille que se poña en contacto con el para formar parte da escola pirata contra os...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;NOTA: 6&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5610293337404533035-6596317911637529910?l=setemaisun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/feeds/6596317911637529910/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5610293337404533035&amp;postID=6596317911637529910&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/6596317911637529910'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/6596317911637529910'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/2011/11/xoeliki-as-aventuras-dun-neno-pirata.html' title='Xoeliki, as aventuras dun neno pirata'/><author><name>setemaisun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815823764001933336</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/-U9oCtJLdDn4/Ts-TcrSwEjI/AAAAAAAAB0Y/M46u4Q0OdIs/s72-c/PortadaLibro.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610293337404533035.post-6200980489474458865</id><published>2011-11-25T14:03:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T16:09:40.528+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rafael'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011-2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIBROS'/><title type='text'>Exogamia 0.3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dKldvnTmF0E/Ts-TuSoGSQI/AAAAAAAAB0w/AiiJauDZa2s/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 101px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 158px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678920078620772610" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-dKldvnTmF0E/Ts-TuSoGSQI/AAAAAAAAB0w/AiiJauDZa2s/s320/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Este libro escribeuno Ramon Caride; editorial Xerais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Este libro vai de varias historias:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O primeiro vai dun rapaz que é moi pobre e que ten que traballar moito para gañar moi pouco.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O segundo conta a historia dun cazador que vai cazando por diversión e nun día pícao un mosquito infectado polo desastre de Chernobil. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O terceiro conta a historia dunhas pílulas que fan olvidar as desgrazas da xente.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O cuarto vai dun señor que clona aos peixes gatos para que os donos non estrañasen os que eles tiñan.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O quinto, este conta como que unha cidade que estaba construída con moitos edificios as beiras da praia e estes edificios quedaban mergullados pola auga.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O sexto vai dun home que firma para facer experimentos con el.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;NOTA: 6&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5610293337404533035-6200980489474458865?l=setemaisun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/feeds/6200980489474458865/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5610293337404533035&amp;postID=6200980489474458865&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/6200980489474458865'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/6200980489474458865'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/2011/11/exogamia-03_2329.html' title='Exogamia 0.3'/><author><name>setemaisun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815823764001933336</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/-dKldvnTmF0E/Ts-TuSoGSQI/AAAAAAAAB0w/AiiJauDZa2s/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610293337404533035.post-1098496877872657648</id><published>2011-11-25T13:58:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T16:09:51.003+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011-2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brais'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIBROS'/><title type='text'>Exogamia 0.3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YotqIyQn7Bs/Ts-UcYurHWI/AAAAAAAAB1U/Z2n9ZlEeIJY/s1600/exogamia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 127px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 198px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678920870532947298" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-YotqIyQn7Bs/Ts-UcYurHWI/AAAAAAAAB1U/Z2n9ZlEeIJY/s320/exogamia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Autor: Ramón Caride. EditoriaL: Xerais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Este libro divídese en varios contos:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;1º conto: Cóntanos a historia de diferentes rapazes e da súa forma de vivir. Uns mellor ca outros&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;2º conto: Cóntanos a historia dun furtivo que ía cazar a Chernovil e un día esperando pola súa presa preferida que levaba moito tempo esperando por ela, un mamut, picouno un mosquito e morreu por unha infección&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;3º conto: Cóntanos a historia dun pilotos de motos que nunha carreira mata un compañeiro nun accidente . El quedOu moi mal e tivéronlle que dar pílulas para que olvidara todo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;4º conto: Cóntanos a historia duns homes que facían mutacións con animais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;5º conto: Cóntanos a historia duns inmigrantese como nOn son ben tratados&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;6º conto: Cóntanos a historia dun home que lle mandaron firmar un papel para poder experimentar con el&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOTA: 7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5610293337404533035-1098496877872657648?l=setemaisun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/feeds/1098496877872657648/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5610293337404533035&amp;postID=1098496877872657648&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/1098496877872657648'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/1098496877872657648'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/2011/11/exogamia-03_5164.html' title='Exogamia 0.3'/><author><name>setemaisun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815823764001933336</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/-YotqIyQn7Bs/Ts-UcYurHWI/AAAAAAAAB1U/Z2n9ZlEeIJY/s72-c/exogamia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610293337404533035.post-6354965450958978393</id><published>2011-11-25T13:56:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T16:10:02.804+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011-2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Iván Fernández'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIBROS'/><title type='text'>Exogamia 0.3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PSBexGxbfas/Ts-TRokrXsI/AAAAAAAAB0M/jfkJPoQjJxQ/s1600/2865.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 194px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678919586295799490" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PSBexGxbfas/Ts-TRokrXsI/AAAAAAAAB0M/jfkJPoQjJxQ/s320/2865.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Escrito por Ramón Caride. Editorial: Xerais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Este libro cóntanos varias historias: &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A primeira historia trata sobre uns rapaces e a súa forma que tiñan de vivir. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A segunda historia trata sobre un furtivo que cazaba animais pero acabou morrendo a causa da picadura dun mosquito. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A terceira trata sobre un motorista que remata matando o seu compañeiro nun accidente. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A cuarta historia trata sobre uns homes que fan experimentos con algúns animais. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A quinta trata sobre uns inmigrantes aos que non lle dan unha boa benvida. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;E a sexta e última trata sobre unhas persoas que querían experimentar cun home.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nota:7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5610293337404533035-6354965450958978393?l=setemaisun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/feeds/6354965450958978393/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5610293337404533035&amp;postID=6354965450958978393&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/6354965450958978393'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/6354965450958978393'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/2011/11/exogamia-03_25.html' title='Exogamia 0.3'/><author><name>setemaisun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815823764001933336</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/-PSBexGxbfas/Ts-TRokrXsI/AAAAAAAAB0M/jfkJPoQjJxQ/s72-c/2865.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610293337404533035.post-5570114073708892723</id><published>2011-11-25T13:53:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T16:10:19.751+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011-2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yolanda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIBROS'/><title type='text'>Xoeliki, as aventuras dun ciberpirata.</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Akg9UUjb9mc/Ts-TgXaG2CI/AAAAAAAAB0k/1SvsEEgZEX0/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 141px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 217px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678919839386097698" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-Akg9UUjb9mc/Ts-TgXaG2CI/AAAAAAAAB0k/1SvsEEgZEX0/s320/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O autor: Abraham Carreiro e a editorial Sotelo Blanco.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Este libro trata dun neno de 11 anos chamado Xoeliki aquen lle gustaba moito xogar os xogos do ordenador e chatear cunha nena a quen nunca vira. Un día apareceu un virus que estaba a afectar a todos os ordenadores do mundo. Mediante un carteiro un amigo de seu pai que xa estaba morto ponse en contacto con el regalándolle un teléfono móbil, polo que se comunican para que entre a formar parte dunha escola pirata que loita contra os virus, entre el e unha amiga a que xa coñecía intentan desbloquear o virus.. Conseguirano?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;NOTA: 7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5610293337404533035-5570114073708892723?l=setemaisun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/feeds/5570114073708892723/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5610293337404533035&amp;postID=5570114073708892723&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/5570114073708892723'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/5570114073708892723'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/2011/11/xoeliki-as-aventuras-dun-ciberpirata.html' title='Xoeliki, as aventuras dun ciberpirata.'/><author><name>setemaisun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815823764001933336</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/-Akg9UUjb9mc/Ts-TgXaG2CI/AAAAAAAAB0k/1SvsEEgZEX0/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610293337404533035.post-8718477994170072452</id><published>2011-11-25T13:49:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T14:10:35.222+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011-2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vanesa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIBROS'/><title type='text'>Xoeliki</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qTV6p029FKU/Ts-SxE4d4UI/AAAAAAAABz0/sWXnVLe62K8/s1600/PortadaLibro1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 133px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678919026959311170" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-qTV6p029FKU/Ts-SxE4d4UI/AAAAAAAABz0/sWXnVLe62K8/s320/PortadaLibro1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Autor: Abraham Carreiro; Editorial: Sotelo Blanco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Este libro trata dun rapaz que lle encantan os videoxogos, chamado Xoeliki, que se dedica a chatear cunha rapaza por medio de internet; un día cando chega á escola descobre que todos os ordenadores teñen un virus, entón cando chega á casa tópase cun recibo de alguén que lle dicía que o esperaba na cafetería de enfrente. Cando foi atopouse cun home que lle dixo que o tiña que axudar a resolver quen producira ese virus, e para iso tiña que ir a un enderezo....... &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;NOTA:7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5610293337404533035-8718477994170072452?l=setemaisun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/feeds/8718477994170072452/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5610293337404533035&amp;postID=8718477994170072452&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/8718477994170072452'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/8718477994170072452'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/2011/11/xoeliki.html' title='Xoeliki'/><author><name>setemaisun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815823764001933336</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/-qTV6p029FKU/Ts-SxE4d4UI/AAAAAAAABz0/sWXnVLe62K8/s72-c/PortadaLibro1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610293337404533035.post-7231850122010093998</id><published>2011-11-24T13:52:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T16:10:31.607+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011-2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Martín'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIBROS'/><title type='text'>Exogamia</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-07Xu4R7motM/Ts-SncXrnDI/AAAAAAAABzo/Z0a1D-nJXE0/s1600/5.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 101px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 158px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678918861465558066" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-07Xu4R7motM/Ts-SncXrnDI/AAAAAAAABzo/Z0a1D-nJXE0/s400/5.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Autor: Ramón Caride. Editorial: Xerais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Este libro cóntanos diversas historias onde nos narra por exenplo a crúa realidade de rapaces que teñen que traballar como escravos para poder comprar unha videoconsola e despois comparan as súas vidas coa dun rapaz galego. Tamén nos contan como políticos e millonarios extinguen animais só por diversión e para fardar diante dos amigos.&lt;/div&gt;Durante todo o libro nos conta diversos problemas que ás veces ignoramos.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nota:5&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5610293337404533035-7231850122010093998?l=setemaisun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/feeds/7231850122010093998/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5610293337404533035&amp;postID=7231850122010093998&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/7231850122010093998'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/7231850122010093998'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/2011/11/exogamia.html' title='Exogamia'/><author><name>setemaisun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815823764001933336</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/-07Xu4R7motM/Ts-SncXrnDI/AAAAAAAABzo/Z0a1D-nJXE0/s72-c/5.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610293337404533035.post-3733829786704217411</id><published>2011-11-23T15:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T14:00:21.763+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rafael'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011-2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIBROS'/><title type='text'>Eloisa esta debaixo dun almendro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GyeFbBE-eno/Ts-QVIde01I/AAAAAAAABzc/bjHv6CSB_TM/s1600/imagesCAX143H5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 111px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 175px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678916347860276050" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-GyeFbBE-eno/Ts-QVIde01I/AAAAAAAABzc/bjHv6CSB_TM/s400/imagesCAX143H5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Esta obra de teatro foi escrita por Enrique Jardiel Poncela publicado pola editorial Espasa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Este libro é unha comedia de enredo, que vai de dúas familias que teñen unha relación moi íntima, e existe unha historia de crime entre eles. Fernando era o mozo de Mariana a quen levou a unha casa que estaba sendo investigada por Luisote, un policía que se facía pasar por Dimas , un empregado da casa; Leoncio outro empregado foi buscar uns cans da señora Micaela, que estaba media tola. Ao final apareceu Mariana vestida de época , e Micaela delatouse...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5610293337404533035-3733829786704217411?l=setemaisun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/feeds/3733829786704217411/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5610293337404533035&amp;postID=3733829786704217411&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/3733829786704217411'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/3733829786704217411'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/2011/11/eloisa-esta-debaixo-dun-almendro.html' title='Eloisa esta debaixo dun almendro'/><author><name>setemaisun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815823764001933336</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/-GyeFbBE-eno/Ts-QVIde01I/AAAAAAAABzc/bjHv6CSB_TM/s72-c/imagesCAX143H5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610293337404533035.post-4197668866884860778</id><published>2011-11-22T15:52:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-22T15:52:00.497+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011-2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noemí'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIBROS'/><title type='text'>O contador de estrelas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LHvPgGnyPZE/TsKCgSqoMaI/AAAAAAAAByg/70KP_p64xOM/s1600/imagesCAIEVR00.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 174px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 290px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675241971718304162" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-LHvPgGnyPZE/TsKCgSqoMaI/AAAAAAAAByg/70KP_p64xOM/s400/imagesCAIEVR00.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Autor: Jaureguizar. Editorial: Alfaguara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Este libro cóntanos a historia dunha rapaza chamada Antía. Ela cría que aquel sería o verán máis aburrido da súa vida. Porque ía botar dous meses con súa nai nunha base do servizo antilumes, no medio dunha chaira seca e calorosa. Pero cando coñeceu a Enver todo cambiou; el abriulle a porta ao namoramento e fixo que se interesase pola astronomía. Xuntos enfrontaron.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOTA:7,50&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/5610293337404533035-4197668866884860778?l=setemaisun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/feeds/4197668866884860778/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5610293337404533035&amp;postID=4197668866884860778&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/4197668866884860778'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/4197668866884860778'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/2011/11/o-contador-de-estrelas.html' title='O contador de estrelas'/><author><name>setemaisun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815823764001933336</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/-LHvPgGnyPZE/TsKCgSqoMaI/AAAAAAAAByg/70KP_p64xOM/s72-c/imagesCAIEVR00.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610293337404533035.post-1691849963324284043</id><published>2011-11-21T15:58:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-21T15:58:00.480+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011-2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carmen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIBROS'/><title type='text'>Exogamia 0.3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lzxhT7wcndk/TsKBkgfI73I/AAAAAAAAByU/zPvybXy8vnc/s1600/imagenProducto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 242px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675240944636063602" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-lzxhT7wcndk/TsKBkgfI73I/AAAAAAAAByU/zPvybXy8vnc/s400/imagenProducto.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Autor: Ramón Caride. Editorial : Xerais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Este libro está composto por seis contos, cada un conta historias alleas aos demais: o primeiro conta a pobreza de dun país subdesenvolvido onde os nenos teñen que traballar. O segundo conta cun cazador consegue todos os seus propósitos e morre. O terceiro vai dunhas pastillas que fan perder a memoria. O cuarto vai de experimentos cos animais. O quinto conta a desaparición dunha cidade. O sexto conta como enganan a un home para facer experimentos con el. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOTA: 3&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5610293337404533035-1691849963324284043?l=setemaisun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/feeds/1691849963324284043/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5610293337404533035&amp;postID=1691849963324284043&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/1691849963324284043'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/1691849963324284043'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/2011/11/exogamia-03_21.html' title='Exogamia 0.3'/><author><name>setemaisun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815823764001933336</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/-lzxhT7wcndk/TsKBkgfI73I/AAAAAAAAByU/zPvybXy8vnc/s72-c/imagenProducto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610293337404533035.post-6145413865693719128</id><published>2011-11-20T16:00:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-20T16:00:04.277+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011-2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yolanda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIBROS'/><title type='text'>Eloísa está debajo de un almendro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2Nlcj7U6G_0/TsKBPbDYJPI/AAAAAAAABx8/zY7sePflel0/s1600/Eloisa%252520esta%252520debajo%252520de%252520un%252520almendro-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 269px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675240582400189682" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-2Nlcj7U6G_0/TsKBPbDYJPI/AAAAAAAABx8/zY7sePflel0/s400/Eloisa%252520esta%252520debajo%252520de%252520un%252520almendro-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Autor: Enrique Jardiel Poncela ; editorial: Espasa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Esta obra de teatro é unha comedia de enredo de dúas familias, os Ojedas e os Briones. Mariana Briones namórase de Fernando Ojeda porque pensa que oculta algo misterioso, ao mesmo tempo os tíos dos namorados tamén se gustan; os membros de cada familia á vez non estaba ningún moi ben da cabeza. Mariana e a súa tía Clotilde pensan que os seus namorados asasinaban mulleres. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Unha noite encóntranse as dúas familias xuntas e nese momento cando se descobre que pasa...&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;NOTA: 8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5610293337404533035-6145413865693719128?l=setemaisun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/feeds/6145413865693719128/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5610293337404533035&amp;postID=6145413865693719128&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/6145413865693719128'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/6145413865693719128'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/2011/11/eloisa-esta-debajo-de-un-almendro_20.html' title='Eloísa está debajo de un almendro'/><author><name>setemaisun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815823764001933336</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/-2Nlcj7U6G_0/TsKBPbDYJPI/AAAAAAAABx8/zY7sePflel0/s72-c/Eloisa%252520esta%252520debajo%252520de%252520un%252520almendro-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610293337404533035.post-4618755116925530248</id><published>2011-11-19T16:08:00.001+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T16:10:48.861+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011-2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brais'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIBROS'/><title type='text'>Eloísa está debajo de un almendro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bGbo-Pnp7f4/Ts-QOlwnkGI/AAAAAAAABzQ/d0fL2a3C5fQ/s1600/ELOSA_%257E1.GIF"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 377px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678916235466084450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-bGbo-Pnp7f4/Ts-QOlwnkGI/AAAAAAAABzQ/d0fL2a3C5fQ/s400/ELOSA_%257E1.GIF" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Autor: Enrique Jardiel Poncela. Editorial: Espasa Calpe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Esta obra de teatro é unha comedia de enredo que nos conta a historia de dúas familias, os Briones e os Ojedas. Os Ojedas alugábanlle a casa todos os veráns ós Briones. Ezequiel é un suposto asasino pero segundo trascorre a obra descóbrese que o único que mata é gatos. Quen realmente comete o asasinato foi Micaela que matara á súa cuñada...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOTA:6&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5610293337404533035-4618755116925530248?l=setemaisun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/feeds/4618755116925530248/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5610293337404533035&amp;postID=4618755116925530248&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/4618755116925530248'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/4618755116925530248'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/2011/11/eloisa-esta-debajo-de-un-almendro_5923.html' title='Eloísa está debajo de un almendro'/><author><name>setemaisun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815823764001933336</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/-bGbo-Pnp7f4/Ts-QOlwnkGI/AAAAAAAABzQ/d0fL2a3C5fQ/s72-c/ELOSA_%257E1.GIF' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610293337404533035.post-1934933587173596725</id><published>2011-11-19T15:43:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-19T15:43:01.267+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011-2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Martín'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIBROS'/><title type='text'>Eloisa esta debajo de un almendro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iYjoU4Hs4rg/TsJ93INRZcI/AAAAAAAABwc/37ZCmr531Nw/s1600/elo.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675236866489673154" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-iYjoU4Hs4rg/TsJ93INRZcI/AAAAAAAABwc/37ZCmr531Nw/s400/elo.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Autor: Enrique J. Poncela . Editorial: Escapa Calpe&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Esta obra de teatro cómica cóntanos os líos de dúas familias. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Neste libro está moi presente a confusión que é o que lle pon o humor á obra. O libro cóntanos o misterio dunha muller morta. Todos pensan que foi Ezequiel pero quen realmente foi.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOTA: 5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5610293337404533035-1934933587173596725?l=setemaisun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/feeds/1934933587173596725/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5610293337404533035&amp;postID=1934933587173596725&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/1934933587173596725'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/1934933587173596725'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/2011/11/eloisa-esta-debajo-de-un-almendro_19.html' title='Eloisa esta debajo de un almendro'/><author><name>setemaisun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815823764001933336</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/-iYjoU4Hs4rg/TsJ93INRZcI/AAAAAAAABwc/37ZCmr531Nw/s72-c/elo.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610293337404533035.post-1844594436244313615</id><published>2011-11-18T15:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-18T15:41:00.083+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011-2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yolanda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIBROS'/><title type='text'>Exogamia 0.3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--OWdIpnbCyo/TsJ-WFJTKZI/AAAAAAAABxA/g1L03nb7aQA/s1600/imagenProducto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 242px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675237398243649938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/--OWdIpnbCyo/TsJ-WFJTKZI/AAAAAAAABxA/g1L03nb7aQA/s400/imagenProducto.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; O autor é Ramón Caride coa editorial Xerais. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Este libro cóntase en capítulos: fálanos un pouco de todo dos países subdesenvolvidos, sobre un cazador furtivo que caza en Chernobil, tamén dunhas pastillas que borran a memoria e esquecer cousas traumáticas ou desagradables, das inmigracións, o cambio climático, de clonacións e bioclonacións.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOTA: 4&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/5610293337404533035-1844594436244313615?l=setemaisun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/feeds/1844594436244313615/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5610293337404533035&amp;postID=1844594436244313615&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/1844594436244313615'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/1844594436244313615'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/2011/11/exogamia-03_18.html' title='Exogamia 0.3'/><author><name>setemaisun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815823764001933336</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/--OWdIpnbCyo/TsJ-WFJTKZI/AAAAAAAABxA/g1L03nb7aQA/s72-c/imagenProducto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610293337404533035.post-1690830516368476508</id><published>2011-11-17T15:41:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-17T15:41:00.482+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011-2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carmen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIBROS'/><title type='text'>Eloísa esta debajo de un almendro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KJjgE9VaN8c/TsJ97kfemYI/AAAAAAAABwo/gf_QtWgu2TY/s1600/Eloisa%252520esta%252520debajo%252520de%252520un%252520almendro-1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 269px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675236942801705346" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KJjgE9VaN8c/TsJ97kfemYI/AAAAAAAABwo/gf_QtWgu2TY/s400/Eloisa%252520esta%252520debajo%252520de%252520un%252520almendro-1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Autor: Enrique Jardiel Poncela. Editorial: Espasa &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Esta obra teatral é unha comedia de enredo entre dúas familias , os Ojedas e os Briones. As dúas familias lévanse desde hai moitos anos. Os Ojedas alugaban a casa ós Briones polo verán. Era unha familia de catro membros: o marido, a muller e as dúas nenas. O marido tiña unha irmá mal da cabeza que...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOTA: 9&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5610293337404533035-1690830516368476508?l=setemaisun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/feeds/1690830516368476508/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5610293337404533035&amp;postID=1690830516368476508&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/1690830516368476508'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/1690830516368476508'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/2011/11/eloisa-esta-debajo-de-un-almendro.html' title='Eloísa esta debajo de un almendro'/><author><name>setemaisun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815823764001933336</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/-KJjgE9VaN8c/TsJ97kfemYI/AAAAAAAABwo/gf_QtWgu2TY/s72-c/Eloisa%252520esta%252520debajo%252520de%252520un%252520almendro-1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610293337404533035.post-1018429723342579973</id><published>2011-11-15T16:11:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T16:11:01.650+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011-2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vanesa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIBROS'/><title type='text'>A toupiña cegarata</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-emNbNtpI2Vg/Ts-U-_ooduI/AAAAAAAAB1g/RIEvirF-Qpg/s1600/9788482887890%252B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 120px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 183px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678921465092142818" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-emNbNtpI2Vg/Ts-U-_ooduI/AAAAAAAAB1g/RIEvirF-Qpg/s320/9788482887890%252B.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autora: Anxela Gracian. Editorial Galaxia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Había unha vez unha toupiña que vivía coas demais dentro dun burato debaixo da terra, ata que un día chegou un can a desfacerlles o seu burato e ademais matou varías toupas, por iso a toupiña díxolle ás outras que ela ía vixiar; mentres vixiaba chegou a salamántiga e ofreceulle a súa axuda , pero a toupiña rexeitouna e a salamántiga marchou toda cabreada . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Despois duns días o can volveu atacar e desta vez a defeita foi peor, por iso as demais toupas decidiron que a encargada de protexelas do can ía ser a salamántiga; a toupiña marchou do burato a buscar outro sitio onde a quixesen , pero mentres marchaba descubriu quen as delatara o can e decidiu volver e contarllo ás demais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5610293337404533035-1018429723342579973?l=setemaisun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/feeds/1018429723342579973/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5610293337404533035&amp;postID=1018429723342579973&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/1018429723342579973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/1018429723342579973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/2011/11/toupina-cegarata_15.html' title='A toupiña cegarata'/><author><name>setemaisun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815823764001933336</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/-emNbNtpI2Vg/Ts-U-_ooduI/AAAAAAAAB1g/RIEvirF-Qpg/s72-c/9788482887890%252B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610293337404533035.post-8079974474012408062</id><published>2011-11-15T16:05:00.006+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T16:11:13.719+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011-2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Iván Fernández'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIBROS'/><title type='text'>Eloísa está debajo de un almendro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xgisnb8P1tc/Ts-P0iDWAII/AAAAAAAABzE/md-Aq1U1kJA/s1600/2865.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 235px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 281px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678915787794284674" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Xgisnb8P1tc/Ts-P0iDWAII/AAAAAAAABzE/md-Aq1U1kJA/s400/2865.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autor: Enrique Jardiel Poncela ; editorial Espasa&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este libro é unha comedia de enredo, na que hai dúas familias que son moi amigas, os Ojeda e os Briones, na que ningún membro estaba moi ben da cabeza. Contan a historia dun asasinato que nunca foi verdade. Pensaban todos que fora Ezequiel o asasino, pero el en realidade mataba gatos&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nota:7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5610293337404533035-8079974474012408062?l=setemaisun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/feeds/8079974474012408062/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5610293337404533035&amp;postID=8079974474012408062&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/8079974474012408062'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/8079974474012408062'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/2011/11/eloisa-esta-debajo-de-un-almendro_15.html' title='Eloísa está debajo de un almendro'/><author><name>setemaisun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815823764001933336</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/-Xgisnb8P1tc/Ts-P0iDWAII/AAAAAAAABzE/md-Aq1U1kJA/s72-c/2865.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610293337404533035.post-58186815894442544</id><published>2011-11-15T16:02:00.007+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-25T14:16:32.765+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011-2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Martín'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIBROS'/><title type='text'>Rebeldes</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WwW-CZxXNZs/Ts-T9wNdNMI/AAAAAAAAB08/Vd58is1uNjY/s1600/1.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 174px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 289px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5678920344260129986" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-WwW-CZxXNZs/Ts-T9wNdNMI/AAAAAAAAB08/Vd58is1uNjY/s320/1.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Autora: Susana E. Hilton &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Editorial: Alfaguara&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 align="justify"&gt;Ete libro nárranos as aventuras de dous chavales ¨Graeser¨ que teñen que fuxir e esconderse nunha antiga igrexa xa que durante unha pelexa mataron a un dos ¨Sock¨ (banda rival).&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Despois de que se calmaran un pouco os ánimos puideron volver; pouco despois celebrouse unha pelexa para saldar contas e acabaron gañando os....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Nota:8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5610293337404533035-58186815894442544?l=setemaisun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/feeds/58186815894442544/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5610293337404533035&amp;postID=58186815894442544&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/58186815894442544'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/58186815894442544'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/2011/11/rebeldes.html' title='Rebeldes'/><author><name>setemaisun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815823764001933336</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/-WwW-CZxXNZs/Ts-T9wNdNMI/AAAAAAAAB08/Vd58is1uNjY/s72-c/1.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610293337404533035.post-6563939490404427140</id><published>2011-11-15T15:52:00.010+01:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T16:11:40.997+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011-2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vanesa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIBROS'/><title type='text'>¿sobrevives?</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jXHKLkhFA7k/TsKBEAtn9FI/AAAAAAAABxw/wwHsozyqCUY/s1600/sobreviv.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 131px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 212px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675240386351068242" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-jXHKLkhFA7k/TsKBEAtn9FI/AAAAAAAABxw/wwHsozyqCUY/s400/sobreviv.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Autor:Fina Casalderrey; Editorial: Xerais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Este libro trata dun rapaz chamado Francisco que vai en 2ºESO, sempre está metido en leas polo que o director se ve obrigado a castigalo constantemente, pero iso a Fran non lle importa demasiado, todo o contrario, o que quere é chamar a atención dos que o rodean, ten unhas pintas moi rechamante e os seus amigos son moi peculiares, pero a pesar de todo ....... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nota: 6&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5610293337404533035-6563939490404427140?l=setemaisun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/feeds/6563939490404427140/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5610293337404533035&amp;postID=6563939490404427140&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/6563939490404427140'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/6563939490404427140'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/2011/11/sobrevives.html' title='¿sobrevives?'/><author><name>setemaisun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815823764001933336</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/-jXHKLkhFA7k/TsKBEAtn9FI/AAAAAAAABxw/wwHsozyqCUY/s72-c/sobreviv.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610293337404533035.post-8857524659267282547</id><published>2011-11-15T15:50:00.005+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T16:11:11.170+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011-2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIBROS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cristina'/><title type='text'>A TOUPIÑA CEGARATA</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1OPWySmFp-s/TsKA-IpjCFI/AAAAAAAABxk/hZ6flDhYRd0/s1600/toupinha.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 127px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 197px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675240285402237010" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-1OPWySmFp-s/TsKA-IpjCFI/AAAAAAAABxk/hZ6flDhYRd0/s400/toupinha.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Autora: Ánxela Gracián. Editorial: Galaxia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Este libro é contado por unha toupa chamada a Veludiña, que é a xefa da súa camada. viven debaixo da terra nas súas galerias de vez en cando ía visitar unha salamantiga chamada a Pencada , ela contáballe cousas do esterior xa que como elas eran cegaratas non o podían ver. Contoulle que o dono da finca na que elas habitaban comprara un podenco para extermialas, taménlle dixo que elas podían axudarlles a cambio de comida, pero as toupas rexeitaron a axuda.&lt;br /&gt;Así foi como o podenco un día atacou as galerías e moitas toupas morreron, as que lograran escapar quedaran feridas, pero Veludiña, coas que sobreviviran, construíu unhas galerias máis profundas, pero chegoulle outro ataqueno que morreron algunhas toupas. Entón a topiña deuse de conta de que había un traidor que lle axudaba ó can a que as encontraran. Ela non se rendeu e fixo unha torre vixía coas que quedaban e decidiu facela nunha pedra, alí ninguén as encontraría , durante moito tempo viviron tranquilas. A pencada chegou de visita en plan concialador, entón a Veludiña ao ver que xa mandaba máis ca ela marchou aoa exterior e ao ver as cores e a fermosura da paisaxe volveu xunto as suas compañeiras para explicarllelo pero encontrouse con...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTA: 6&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5610293337404533035-8857524659267282547?l=setemaisun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/feeds/8857524659267282547/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5610293337404533035&amp;postID=8857524659267282547&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/8857524659267282547'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/8857524659267282547'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/2011/11/toupina-cegarata.html' title='A TOUPIÑA CEGARATA'/><author><name>setemaisun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815823764001933336</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/-1OPWySmFp-s/TsKA-IpjCFI/AAAAAAAABxk/hZ6flDhYRd0/s72-c/toupinha.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610293337404533035.post-4480991904715162054</id><published>2011-11-15T15:39:00.004+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T16:05:01.121+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011-2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Iván Fernández'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIBROS'/><title type='text'>Flanagan 007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BrlMY3WE3Xc/TsJ8jwhOAMI/AAAAAAAABwQ/ZvGQsCtdGRc/s1600/Flanagan-007-18261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 250px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675235434201743554" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-BrlMY3WE3Xc/TsJ8jwhOAMI/AAAAAAAABwQ/ZvGQsCtdGRc/s400/Flanagan-007-18261.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Autor: Andreu Martín ; editorial: Xerais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Este libro conta a historia dun xove detective que trata de resolver o caso da súa irmá que resulta que está desaparecida. O xove detective, chamado Flanagan, leva a cabo o caso da súa irmá investigando no tren que atracaran Carles e Pili, onde fora desaparecida. Alí Flanagan coñece a unha rapaza chamada Bruna da cal se acaba enamorando e rematan resolvendo o caso xuntos. O tren ao chegar a Madrid con Flanagan e Bruna descubreu que a Carles lle deran unha malleira e estaba no hospital, entón dálle un libro de axedrez para axudarlle a descubrir quen fora o traidor...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nota:6&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5610293337404533035-4480991904715162054?l=setemaisun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/feeds/4480991904715162054/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5610293337404533035&amp;postID=4480991904715162054&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/4480991904715162054'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/4480991904715162054'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/2011/11/flanagan-007.html' title='Flanagan 007'/><author><name>setemaisun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815823764001933336</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/-BrlMY3WE3Xc/TsJ8jwhOAMI/AAAAAAAABwQ/ZvGQsCtdGRc/s72-c/Flanagan-007-18261.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610293337404533035.post-4714955623722671739</id><published>2011-11-14T16:11:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T16:21:36.500+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011-2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIBROS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cristina'/><title type='text'>EXOGAMIA 0.3</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GOFWbsztl7c/TsKDb22NkSI/AAAAAAAABys/zqvPeJRA8jA/s1600/exogamia.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 127px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 198px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675242995042849058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-GOFWbsztl7c/TsKDb22NkSI/AAAAAAAABys/zqvPeJRA8jA/s400/exogamia.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Editorial: Xerais. Autor: Ramón Caride&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Este libro trata de:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;No primeiro conta a pobreza dun país onde os nenos teñen que traballar para poder comer.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O segundo conta como un cazador morre despois de lograr conseguir todos os seus propósitos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O terceiro trata sobre unhas pastillas que logra facer olvidar o pasado que non desexas recordar.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O cuarto trata da clonación de animais, que unha vez mortos deles faise unha copia exacta.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O quinto conta como dunha cidade fermosa, os africanos se ven obrigados a facer pateras para ir a España xa que a cidade destruírase.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O sexto conta a historia dun home que é enganado polos científicos&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOTA: 2&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5610293337404533035-4714955623722671739?l=setemaisun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/feeds/4714955623722671739/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5610293337404533035&amp;postID=4714955623722671739&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/4714955623722671739'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/4714955623722671739'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/2011/11/exogamia-03.html' title='EXOGAMIA 0.3'/><author><name>setemaisun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815823764001933336</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/-GOFWbsztl7c/TsKDb22NkSI/AAAAAAAABys/zqvPeJRA8jA/s72-c/exogamia.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610293337404533035.post-79767683107432901</id><published>2011-11-13T15:47:00.000+01:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T16:08:04.416+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011-2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brais'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIBROS'/><title type='text'>Flanagan 007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t4ng0pcN_v0/TsJ_7elpZOI/AAAAAAAABxM/hIX2URn3C8I/s1600/Flanagan-007-18261.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 250px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 250px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675239140240221410" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-t4ng0pcN_v0/TsJ_7elpZOI/AAAAAAAABxM/hIX2URn3C8I/s400/Flanagan-007-18261.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Autor: Andreu Martín e Jaume Rivera . Editorial: Xerais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Este conto trata de Flanagan, que é un detective, que tivo que viaxar a Madrid porque a súa imá e o seu mozo roubaron unha gran suma de diñeiro a unha ONG. El non pensa que sexa así, pensa que lle tenderon unha trampa, por iso vai alá. Cando chegou á estación namorouse dunha nena chamada Bruna e non se coñecían. Flanagan foi visitar ó mozo de súa irmá para preguntarlle o sucedido, el estaba no hospital. O mozo deulle un libro de axedrez que tiña moitas pista. Flanagan despois de ver iso descubreu que...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOTA:7 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5610293337404533035-79767683107432901?l=setemaisun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/feeds/79767683107432901/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5610293337404533035&amp;postID=79767683107432901&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/79767683107432901'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/79767683107432901'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/2011/11/flanagan-007_13.html' title='Flanagan 007'/><author><name>setemaisun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815823764001933336</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/-t4ng0pcN_v0/TsJ_7elpZOI/AAAAAAAABxM/hIX2URn3C8I/s72-c/Flanagan-007-18261.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610293337404533035.post-6023670202457577856</id><published>2011-10-12T15:45:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-12T15:45:00.308+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011-2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carmen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIBROS'/><title type='text'>Delirium</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RmGRFnYdguU/TpRQcTzKB8I/AAAAAAAABvU/cidDsUDn67s/s1600/delirium.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 249px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662239078792955842" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-RmGRFnYdguU/TpRQcTzKB8I/AAAAAAAABvU/cidDsUDn67s/s400/delirium.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autora: Lauren Oliver; editorial: SM&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Este libro trata dunha enfermidade chamada amor, aos 18 anos todos os rapaces e rapazas tíñanse que operar. Helen era unha rapaza obediente. Ela tiña unha amiga algo revoltosa, saían todos os días a correr xuntas. Uns meses antes da operación foron facer os exames de avaliación para saber que parella lle tocaría. Naquel momento viu que un rapaz a estaba mirando. Pasaron os meses e volveuse a encontrar con el. Quedaron pero por un malentendido non se viron. Ela estivo triste durante uns dias. A súa amiga invitouna a unha festa ilegal. Foi alí e encontrouse con el. Falaron e díxolle que el era un inválido, que viña da terra salvaxe. Ela intentou marchar pero el declaroulle o seu amor. A partir de aí ...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;NOTA:10&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5610293337404533035-6023670202457577856?l=setemaisun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/feeds/6023670202457577856/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5610293337404533035&amp;postID=6023670202457577856&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/6023670202457577856'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/6023670202457577856'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/2011/10/delirium.html' title='Delirium'/><author><name>setemaisun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815823764001933336</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/-RmGRFnYdguU/TpRQcTzKB8I/AAAAAAAABvU/cidDsUDn67s/s72-c/delirium.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610293337404533035.post-2807629959251837913</id><published>2011-10-11T15:46:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T15:50:22.906+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIBROS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cristina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010-2011'/><title type='text'>LAS CHICAS DE ALAMBRE</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-irMZTmNZvlU/TsJ64GVOkgI/AAAAAAAABvs/C02VP7Qz2eg/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 155px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 235px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675233584631157250" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-irMZTmNZvlU/TsJ64GVOkgI/AAAAAAAABvs/C02VP7Qz2eg/s400/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Editorial: Alfaguara . Editorial: Jordi Sierra I Fabra&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este libro trata dunha peridista chamada Paula Montornes que traballa de editora e directora de zonas interiores, da cal tamén e propietaria. Un día ela encárgalle ao seu fillo Jon que averigue o pasado de Vania, unha top model que está desaparecida hai dez anos, despois de que dúas amigas morreran traxicamente, Cvrille suicidouse ao enterarse que padecía sida e Jess por unha sobredose.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Jon iniciou a búsqueda de Vania, visitou a todas as persoas cercanas a ela. No crebacabezas xurdiu un nome: Noraima, era a asistenta, amiga e secretaria persoal de Vania. O seu instinto de perodista e a súa picardía para levar o caso permitíronlle descubrir o paradeiro e o motivo polo que a modelo marchara. Ela estivérase recuperando da súa anorexia . Tras descubrir o misterio da desaparición da modelo, Jon non se sentía coa forza necesaria para desvelar o que averiguara, xa que el e Vania...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;NOTA:7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5610293337404533035-2807629959251837913?l=setemaisun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/feeds/2807629959251837913/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5610293337404533035&amp;postID=2807629959251837913&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/2807629959251837913'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/2807629959251837913'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/2011/10/las-chicas-de-alambre.html' title='LAS CHICAS DE ALAMBRE'/><author><name>setemaisun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815823764001933336</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/-irMZTmNZvlU/TsJ64GVOkgI/AAAAAAAABvs/C02VP7Qz2eg/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610293337404533035.post-1277717552350256738</id><published>2011-10-11T15:45:00.051+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T16:12:23.833+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011-2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brais'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIBROS'/><title type='text'>Alfagann é Flanagan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vUHx5JU3RoA/TpRPs9tkU4I/AAAAAAAABvI/j-sSMQRufEo/s1600/Alfagann%2Be%2BFlanagan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 145px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 229px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662238265410081666" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-vUHx5JU3RoA/TpRPs9tkU4I/AAAAAAAABvI/j-sSMQRufEo/s400/Alfagann%2Be%2BFlanagan.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;AUTOR: Andreu Martín e Jaume Rivera . Editorial: Xerais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Este libro cóntanos a historia dun rapaz chamado flanagan que é detective. O dia de reis unha rapaza da súa clase desapareceu, chamábase Nieves; a ela e mais a Blanca e a Vanesa chamábanlle corpos dez, porque parecian modelos. Elas e Flanagan non se levaban moi ben xa que non se falaban nada, aínda que ían na mesma clase. O pai de Nieves era un home de cartos e encargoulle a Flanagan que encontrase a súa filla.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Flanagan despois de encontrar algunhas pobras grazas á axuda de Blanca e ás veces da poli deuse de con que...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOTA : 7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5610293337404533035-1277717552350256738?l=setemaisun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/feeds/1277717552350256738/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5610293337404533035&amp;postID=1277717552350256738&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/1277717552350256738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/1277717552350256738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/2011/10/alfagann-e-flanagan.html' title='Alfagann é Flanagan'/><author><name>setemaisun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815823764001933336</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/-vUHx5JU3RoA/TpRPs9tkU4I/AAAAAAAABvI/j-sSMQRufEo/s72-c/Alfagann%2Be%2BFlanagan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610293337404533035.post-8863788315336645587</id><published>2011-10-11T15:45:00.050+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T15:51:49.320+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011-2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vanesa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIBROS'/><title type='text'>O NENO DO PIXAMA A RAIAS</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tN16bWG0Dj8/TsJ8WfaWsAI/AAAAAAAABwE/3Qe0m_8tPi0/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 276px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675235206271250434" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-tN16bWG0Dj8/TsJ8WfaWsAI/AAAAAAAABwE/3Qe0m_8tPi0/s400/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;AUTOR: John Boyne; EDITORIAL:faktoria &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Este libro trata dun neno rapaz chamado Bruno, que vivia en Berlín ,seu pai era comandante aínda que Bruno so sabía que seu pai tiña un traballo moi importante. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Un día seu pai anuncioulles que se tiñan que mudar a Ouvichs , por motivos de traballo, a Bruno esta noticia non lle agradou nada, aínda que co tempo foise afacendo a súa nova casa, e sobre todo desde que un día explorando coñeceu a Shmuel que era un rapaz da sua misma idade . &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Todas as tardes vianse e falaban entre eles un bo anaco, o extraño era que eles so podían falar pero non xogar xuntos porque os separaba un aramado, Shmuel sempre levava un pixama a raias o igual que os que vivían da súa parte do aramado; despois dun ano vivindo en Ouvichs o pai de Bruno decidiu que ese non era o mellor sitio para el nin para a súa irmán e dicidiu mandalos a Berlín de volta .&lt;br /&gt;Cando llo foi comonicar a Shmuel este dixolle que el estaba preocupado por seu pai e entonces decidirón buscalo......... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOTA: 8 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5610293337404533035-8863788315336645587?l=setemaisun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/feeds/8863788315336645587/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5610293337404533035&amp;postID=8863788315336645587&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/8863788315336645587'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/8863788315336645587'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/2011/10/o-neno-do-pixama-raias.html' title='O NENO DO PIXAMA A RAIAS'/><author><name>setemaisun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815823764001933336</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/-tN16bWG0Dj8/TsJ8WfaWsAI/AAAAAAAABwE/3Qe0m_8tPi0/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610293337404533035.post-6380167157955291224</id><published>2011-10-11T15:45:00.047+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T15:48:33.660+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011-2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noemí'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIBROS'/><title type='text'>Nun lugar chamado guerra</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LD5uySiIfEs/TsJ7ltWJLJI/AAAAAAAABv4/ZY5huNfiyjM/s1600/imagenProducto.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 250px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 390px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5675234368198093970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LD5uySiIfEs/TsJ7ltWJLJI/AAAAAAAABv4/ZY5huNfiyjM/s400/imagenProducto.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Autor: Jordi Sierra I Fabra. Editorial: Galaxia.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Esta hiatoria trata dun xove periodista que é enviado a Tudzbestán, para cubrir unha guerra interior. Alí contrata os servicios dun guía, un neno chamado Milo que acaba facéndose famoso vendendo falsas entrevistas exclusivas con personaxes da guerra que en realidade son familiares seus. Milo é un supervivinte. Pero entre corresponsal e guía acabará forxándose unha amizade, cando un e outro se salven a vida mutuamente... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOTA:6&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5610293337404533035-6380167157955291224?l=setemaisun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/feeds/6380167157955291224/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5610293337404533035&amp;postID=6380167157955291224&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/6380167157955291224'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/6380167157955291224'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/2011/10/nun-lugar-chamado-guerra.html' title='Nun lugar chamado guerra'/><author><name>setemaisun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815823764001933336</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/-LD5uySiIfEs/TsJ7ltWJLJI/AAAAAAAABv4/ZY5huNfiyjM/s72-c/imagenProducto.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610293337404533035.post-3509560335434177363</id><published>2011-10-11T15:45:00.045+02:00</published><updated>2011-11-15T15:47:21.318+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rafael'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011-2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIBROS'/><title type='text'>Flánagan so Flánagan</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4whwp9iaS9U/TpRNmJQ7D5I/AAAAAAAABuY/tBSQJI9pp4M/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 98px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662235949228822418" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-4whwp9iaS9U/TpRNmJQ7D5I/AAAAAAAABuY/tBSQJI9pp4M/s320/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Escrito por Jaume Rivera e Andreu Martin , Editado por Xerais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Este libro trata dun neno que no insti vai de detective e un día enfrontouse ao seu compañeiro de clase Mateo Mas, que era o brutallán do instituto, o que lle pegaba e roubaba aos nenos, ao final de cabrearse entre eles quedaron de pelexar no próximo fin de semana. Os días pasaron ata que chegou o día da pelexa, pero Flanagan non foi porque estaba pasando un día na casa da súa amiga Nines, que era rica e vivía nos barrios altos da cidade de Barcelona. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O luns seguinte Flanagan, moi asustado por non acudir á pelexa, chegou ao insti pero enterouse de que Mateo Mas cometera un atraco a unha gasolineira; a Flanagan encargáronlle o caso e descubriu todo e...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;NOTA:7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5610293337404533035-3509560335434177363?l=setemaisun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/feeds/3509560335434177363/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5610293337404533035&amp;postID=3509560335434177363&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/3509560335434177363'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/3509560335434177363'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/2011/10/flanagan-so-flanagan.html' title='Flánagan so Flánagan'/><author><name>setemaisun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815823764001933336</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/-4whwp9iaS9U/TpRNmJQ7D5I/AAAAAAAABuY/tBSQJI9pp4M/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610293337404533035.post-9116371613389260808</id><published>2011-10-11T15:45:00.021+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T16:18:03.413+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011-2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yolanda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIBROS'/><title type='text'>Rebeldes</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KhC-wI0QRVA/TpRPrlzkrYI/AAAAAAAABu8/l721R6ZzaFg/s1600/9781594378072.gif"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 113px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 187px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662238241812950402" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-KhC-wI0QRVA/TpRPrlzkrYI/AAAAAAAABu8/l721R6ZzaFg/s400/9781594378072.gif" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Este libro está escrito por Susan E. Hilton; editorial Alfaguara&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este libro trata de un niño llamado Ponyboy que es un "greaser" que vive con sus hermanos Darry y Sodapop , que es muy guapo y el que más quiere a Pony; ellos tres y sus amigos forman una banda. Un día conocen a unas chicas socks con las que se llevan muy bien a causa de estar con ellas se meten en una pelea con sus novios de la cual un amigo de Pony, Johny mata a uno de los dos chicos despues de lo sucedido deciden escaparse los dos y le piden ayuda a Dally uno de la banda y el para ayudarlos los manda a otro sitio... transcurre en tiempo y va a buscarlos. En eses tiempos Jhony sufre un accidente y una viga le cae en la espalda y Dally sale con quemaduras, vuelven a casa y se enteran de que hay una gran pelea entre "socks" y "greasers".¿qué pasara? ¿quién ganara la pelea?&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;NOTA:6&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5610293337404533035-9116371613389260808?l=setemaisun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/feeds/9116371613389260808/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5610293337404533035&amp;postID=9116371613389260808&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/9116371613389260808'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/9116371613389260808'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/2011/10/rebeldes.html' title='Rebeldes'/><author><name>setemaisun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815823764001933336</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/-KhC-wI0QRVA/TpRPrlzkrYI/AAAAAAAABu8/l721R6ZzaFg/s72-c/9781594378072.gif' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610293337404533035.post-4979995817449900839</id><published>2011-10-10T15:45:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-10-11T16:14:06.393+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2011-2012'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Martín'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIBROS'/><title type='text'>Flanagan 007</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e33kkAiUQDs/TpROvctrmRI/AAAAAAAABuw/PX52p6dNtm4/s1600/9788497829076.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 124px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5662237208580167954" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-e33kkAiUQDs/TpROvctrmRI/AAAAAAAABuw/PX52p6dNtm4/s400/9788497829076.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; AUTORES: Jaume Ribera , Andreu Martin. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;EDITORIAL: Xerais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Trata dun detective xuvenil que se chama Flanagan que investiga a desaparición da súa irmá Pili.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Pili fuxiera con Carles, o seu mozo, tras roubar medio millón de dólares da ONG na que trballaba Carles.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Flanagan estaba seguro de que a súa irmá era inocente e decide investigar. Durante a investigación coñece a Bruna, unha rapaza que escapara da casa, da que se acaba namorando.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Unha vez que chega a Madrid vai falar con Carles que descobre que está no hospital despois de ser detido e de recibir unha paliza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tras falar con Carles segue a investigar e descobre que a ONG ten un traidor que e....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOTA: 6&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/5610293337404533035-4979995817449900839?l=setemaisun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/feeds/4979995817449900839/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5610293337404533035&amp;postID=4979995817449900839&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/4979995817449900839'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/4979995817449900839'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/2011/10/flanagan-007.html' title='Flanagan 007'/><author><name>setemaisun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815823764001933336</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/-e33kkAiUQDs/TpROvctrmRI/AAAAAAAABuw/PX52p6dNtm4/s72-c/9788497829076.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610293337404533035.post-5735371302631587709</id><published>2011-06-20T12:07:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-20T12:20:36.261+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carmen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIBROS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010-2011'/><title type='text'>A filla do ladrón de bicicletas</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MM2uWCgwjfY/Tf8ezREN56I/AAAAAAAABt8/n2GXAn4ZzCs/s1600/A_FILL%257E1.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 228px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5620244726084921250" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-MM2uWCgwjfY/Tf8ezREN56I/AAAAAAAABt8/n2GXAn4ZzCs/s320/A_FILL%257E1.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Autora: Teresa Gonzalez. Editorial: Xerais&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Este libro conta a historia dunha nena, Serafína, que é filla dun ladrón de bicicletas e que por diversas circunstancias vive coa súa tía, dona Perfecta. A súa maxima aspiración é ser equilibrista nun circo con Celerífera, a bicicleta, a 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 Brazo. Dadas as súas habilidades chámana "a bruxa" e a xente non se fía dela, pero pouco a pouco vanse descubrindo as artimañas da tía Perfecta grazas ao vello Elías...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;NOTA: 6&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/5610293337404533035-5735371302631587709?l=setemaisun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/feeds/5735371302631587709/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5610293337404533035&amp;postID=5735371302631587709&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/5735371302631587709'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/5735371302631587709'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/2011/06/afills.html' title='A filla do ladrón de bicicletas'/><author><name>setemaisun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815823764001933336</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/-MM2uWCgwjfY/Tf8ezREN56I/AAAAAAAABt8/n2GXAn4ZzCs/s72-c/A_FILL%257E1.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610293337404533035.post-3069808321334212362</id><published>2011-06-09T12:04:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T12:23:04.805+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rafael'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIBROS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010-2011'/><title type='text'>O Capitan Zochusmán</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M6dxeQExrAw/TfCdiq58epI/AAAAAAAABs4/exXp3YQR7ZE/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 91px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 135px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616161954289449618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-M6dxeQExrAw/TfCdiq58epI/AAAAAAAABs4/exXp3YQR7ZE/s320/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Escrito por: Luis Seixido. Editorial : Sotelo Blanco&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Este libo trata dun rapaz que quería ser supereroe chamado Toñin, el ía cos seus amigos á escola e ata un día veu que os seus amigos en vez de ir para a súa casa ían para a casa dun vagamundo, el salvou aos seus amigos.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOTA:6&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5610293337404533035-3069808321334212362?l=setemaisun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/feeds/3069808321334212362/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5610293337404533035&amp;postID=3069808321334212362&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/3069808321334212362'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/3069808321334212362'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/2011/06/o-capitan-zochusman.html' title='O Capitan Zochusmán'/><author><name>setemaisun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815823764001933336</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/-M6dxeQExrAw/TfCdiq58epI/AAAAAAAABs4/exXp3YQR7ZE/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610293337404533035.post-2066749108414293921</id><published>2011-06-09T11:58:00.010+02:00</published><updated>2011-12-13T15:56:34.672+01:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brais'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIBROS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010-2011'/><title type='text'>Olga e o dinosaurio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8RahnLLTmSI/TfCdLmmLW4I/AAAAAAAABso/Vyj_i2QGbEQ/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 101px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 155px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616161557995805570" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8RahnLLTmSI/TfCdLmmLW4I/AAAAAAAABso/Vyj_i2QGbEQ/s320/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Autor: Breogán Riveiro. Editorial: Galaxia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Este conto trata dunha rapaza chamada Olga que un día lle saiu un dinosaurio que falaba do armario. Como non sabía volver xa sabía que se perdera. Foran ata o parque e alí había un neno moi malo e o dinosaurio tragouno, pero Olga díxolle que o devolvese. Cando chegaron á casa viron na tele un documental sobre a Catedral de Santiago e recordou que alí estaba á porta para volver ao seu mundo. O dinosaurio fixo voar o sofá e...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;NOTA:6&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5610293337404533035-2066749108414293921?l=setemaisun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/feeds/2066749108414293921/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5610293337404533035&amp;postID=2066749108414293921&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/2066749108414293921'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/2066749108414293921'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/2011/06/autor-breogan-riveiro.html' title='Olga e o dinosaurio'/><author><name>setemaisun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815823764001933336</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/-8RahnLLTmSI/TfCdLmmLW4I/AAAAAAAABso/Vyj_i2QGbEQ/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610293337404533035.post-6253953718554357973</id><published>2011-06-09T11:57:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T12:18:16.918+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Iván Fernández'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIBROS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010-2011'/><title type='text'>A praia dos afogados</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7n8puQnCPXY/TfCdOtKZ-bI/AAAAAAAABsw/CJYlZmm09QA/s1600/a_praia_dos_afogados3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 211px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616161611297978802" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-7n8puQnCPXY/TfCdOtKZ-bI/AAAAAAAABsw/CJYlZmm09QA/s320/a_praia_dos_afogados3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Escrito por Domingo Villar. Editorial Galaxia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Este libro conta a historia dun inspector chamado Leo Caldas. Trata sobre un asasinato que acontece na praia de Panxón. Era un home que morrera afogado a causa dun golpe na cabeza e tamén coas mans atadas cunha brida. A vítima era Justo Castelo, e tiña un amigo chamado Valverde, que sempre ían xuntos no barco. O seu amigo Valverde matara a unha muller chamada Rebeca e tamén ao Rubio porque lle ía dicir que fora el. O inspector e o seu compañeiro investigaron e descubriron quen foi o verdadeiro asasino.... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nota:6&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5610293337404533035-6253953718554357973?l=setemaisun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/feeds/6253953718554357973/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5610293337404533035&amp;postID=6253953718554357973&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/6253953718554357973'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/6253953718554357973'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/2011/06/praia-dos-afogados.html' title='A praia dos afogados'/><author><name>setemaisun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815823764001933336</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/-7n8puQnCPXY/TfCdOtKZ-bI/AAAAAAAABsw/CJYlZmm09QA/s72-c/a_praia_dos_afogados3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610293337404533035.post-5858972477723191202</id><published>2011-06-09T11:56:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T12:15:29.595+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vanesa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIBROS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010-2011'/><title type='text'>Olga e o dinosaurio</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5-jpxV0YVQQ/TfCboBv6O4I/AAAAAAAABsY/HWA6BV2iuDw/s1600/36956.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 203px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616159847297465218" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5-jpxV0YVQQ/TfCboBv6O4I/AAAAAAAABsY/HWA6BV2iuDw/s320/36956.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Autor: Breogán Riveiro. Editorial: Galaxia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Este libro trata dunha rapaza chamada Olga, e cando esperta sáelle un dinosaurio do armario; ela ao principio tíñalle medo pero logo se fixeron amigos. O dinosaurio quería buscar unha porta de saída a outro universo, pero por máis que buscaba non a atopaba ata que un día............&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOTA: 5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5610293337404533035-5858972477723191202?l=setemaisun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/feeds/5858972477723191202/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5610293337404533035&amp;postID=5858972477723191202&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/5858972477723191202'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/5858972477723191202'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/2011/06/olga-e-o-dinosaurio.html' title='Olga e o dinosaurio'/><author><name>setemaisun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815823764001933336</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/-5-jpxV0YVQQ/TfCboBv6O4I/AAAAAAAABsY/HWA6BV2iuDw/s72-c/36956.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610293337404533035.post-6092552427776287565</id><published>2011-06-08T11:58:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T12:22:05.095+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Martín'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIBROS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010-2011'/><title type='text'>Cando petan a porta pola noite</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LCAEScY6kPk/TfCePAXB9rI/AAAAAAAABtQ/GVgmE2JJOMU/s1600/petan.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 108px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616162715962832562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-LCAEScY6kPk/TfCePAXB9rI/AAAAAAAABtQ/GVgmE2JJOMU/s320/petan.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Autor: Xabier Docampo. Editorial: Xerais &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Este libro recolle catro contos con historias de medo e moi entretidas nas cales en case todas se trata da morte. As historias son &lt;em&gt;O espello do viaxeiro, O fornadas, A loba e O cumplemortes.&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nota: 7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5610293337404533035-6092552427776287565?l=setemaisun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/feeds/6092552427776287565/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5610293337404533035&amp;postID=6092552427776287565&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/6092552427776287565'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/6092552427776287565'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/2011/06/cando-petan-porta-pola-noite.html' title='Cando petan a porta pola noite'/><author><name>setemaisun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815823764001933336</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/-LCAEScY6kPk/TfCePAXB9rI/AAAAAAAABtQ/GVgmE2JJOMU/s72-c/petan.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610293337404533035.post-883533389261811203</id><published>2011-06-06T11:58:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T12:26:12.174+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noemí'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIBROS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010-2011'/><title type='text'>A voz do lago</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rEoObx6W7as/TfCeWhwED9I/AAAAAAAABtY/tl16DS-rGMs/s1600/1176736467A_voz_do_lago.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 208px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616162845185282002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-rEoObx6W7as/TfCeWhwED9I/AAAAAAAABtY/tl16DS-rGMs/s320/1176736467A_voz_do_lago.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Autor: Antón Riveiro Coello. Editorial: Galaxia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O libro trata dunha familia que se muda a unha vila onde hai un pazo, porque os seus parentes son os únicos herdeiros do pazo. Na mansión hai unha rapaza chamada María que se fai amiga de Irene. Na vila todos din que o pazo está encantado, por unha lenda que se conta. Un día María invita a Irene a quedarse un fin de semana no pazo, esa mesma noite foron á biblioteca, cando se puxeron a ler un libro escoitaron os lamentos dunha muller. Despois póñense a investigar todos os estraños sucesos que lle van acontecendo e... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOTA:8,55&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5610293337404533035-883533389261811203?l=setemaisun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/feeds/883533389261811203/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5610293337404533035&amp;postID=883533389261811203&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/883533389261811203'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/883533389261811203'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/2011/06/voz-do-lago.html' title='A voz do lago'/><author><name>setemaisun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815823764001933336</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/-rEoObx6W7as/TfCeWhwED9I/AAAAAAAABtY/tl16DS-rGMs/s72-c/1176736467A_voz_do_lago.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610293337404533035.post-728425776663193356</id><published>2011-05-27T11:46:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-27T11:46:00.977+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Martín'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIBROS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010-2011'/><title type='text'>A praia dos Afogados</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZIVJpTp6cHw/Td4l3n3CfbI/AAAAAAAABrk/A6BFzeiBFD4/s1600/A_praia_dos_afogados.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 264px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610963823273082290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-ZIVJpTp6cHw/Td4l3n3CfbI/AAAAAAAABrk/A6BFzeiBFD4/s400/A_praia_dos_afogados.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Autor: Domingo Villar. Editorial: Galaxia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Este libro trata dun detective chamado Leo Caldas que xunto co seu compañeiro investigan a morte dun mariñeiro coñecido como o Rubio.&lt;br /&gt;O Rubio apareceu morto na praia de Panxón coas mans atadas cunha brida de cor verde. Tras investigar Leo soubo que o Rubio tempo atrás compartira barco con outro mariñeiro chamado Marcos Valverde. Deixaron de pescar xuntos porque se lle afundira o barco e morrera unha muller e mais o capitán do barco.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;No barco do Rubio enpezaron a aparecer pintadas no que se podía ler ``ASASINOS´´ &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Ao saber isto Leo empezou a investigar e descubreu que a noite do afundimento do seu barco, o Rubio e mais Valverde mataron a unha muller chamada Rebeca e que o autor das pintadas fora o seu fillo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nota: 8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5610293337404533035-728425776663193356?l=setemaisun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/feeds/728425776663193356/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5610293337404533035&amp;postID=728425776663193356&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/728425776663193356'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/728425776663193356'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/2011/05/praia-dos-afogados.html' title='A praia dos Afogados'/><author><name>setemaisun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815823764001933336</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/-ZIVJpTp6cHw/Td4l3n3CfbI/AAAAAAAABrk/A6BFzeiBFD4/s72-c/A_praia_dos_afogados.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610293337404533035.post-8298503689777216258</id><published>2011-05-26T12:14:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T12:14:31.291+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yolanda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIBROS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010-2011'/><title type='text'>Unha chea de familias</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v0gDUNN3NVQ/TfCckMj9jkI/AAAAAAAABsg/fsj12n2shL0/s1600/1213012124Unha_chea_de_familias.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 242px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616160880992292418" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-v0gDUNN3NVQ/TfCckMj9jkI/AAAAAAAABsg/fsj12n2shL0/s320/1213012124Unha_chea_de_familias.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Autor: Xosé A. Neira Cruz; Editorial Galaxia.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Neste libro cóntase a historia dunha nena, Mariña, e que todos os domingos pola mañá esperta e lle pregunta ao seu pai por que non ten nai... entón el apértaa forte e dálle un bico, logo explícalle o que lle pasou. Para que o entenda mellor leva por todos os pisos da vecindade para que coñeza atodas as familias e entenda que cada unha é diferente... Uns son de forá, a outros fáltalle o pai ou a nai, gays... pero entende que son unha familia. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;NOTA:5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5610293337404533035-8298503689777216258?l=setemaisun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/feeds/8298503689777216258/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5610293337404533035&amp;postID=8298503689777216258&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/8298503689777216258'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/8298503689777216258'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/2011/05/unha-chea-de-familias.html' title='Unha chea de familias'/><author><name>setemaisun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815823764001933336</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/-v0gDUNN3NVQ/TfCckMj9jkI/AAAAAAAABsg/fsj12n2shL0/s72-c/1213012124Unha_chea_de_familias.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610293337404533035.post-1481532003399509747</id><published>2011-05-26T12:09:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T12:21:00.951+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carmen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIBROS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010-2011'/><title type='text'>A pantasma telefonica</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dUMkHfeJC_8/TfCegCVBifI/AAAAAAAABto/oL1m0c7XosY/s1600/165.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 120px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 183px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5616163008549063154" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-dUMkHfeJC_8/TfCegCVBifI/AAAAAAAABto/oL1m0c7XosY/s320/165.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Autor: Xabier Barreiro; Editorial: Baia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este libro trata de que un grupo de rapaces decidiron ir a unha ruta, chamada a ruta da cera. Sen darse conta xogaron cunha árbore que espertou o espírito dunha persoa que morrera facendo cera. A partir daquel momento empezaron a aparecer cousas moi estrañas, mensaxes, etc. Despois duns días empezaron o colexio. Unha rapaza recibía sms dicindo:" estou contigo" e despois dúas rapazas máis, unha no ordenador e outra a través dunha figura de cera. Empezáronse a preocupar e decidiron...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p align="justify"&gt;NOTA: 8&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5610293337404533035-1481532003399509747?l=setemaisun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/feeds/1481532003399509747/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5610293337404533035&amp;postID=1481532003399509747&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/1481532003399509747'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/1481532003399509747'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/2011/05/pantasma-telefonica.html' title='A pantasma telefonica'/><author><name>setemaisun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815823764001933336</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/-dUMkHfeJC_8/TfCegCVBifI/AAAAAAAABto/oL1m0c7XosY/s72-c/165.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610293337404533035.post-3200283508369682764</id><published>2011-05-26T12:02:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2011-06-09T12:14:38.063+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIBROS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cristina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010-2011'/><title type='text'>Contos sen fronteiras</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2C5mUyt1S64/Td4oWXX-_iI/AAAAAAAABr8/o0ovsO8xg4Q/s1600/contosen.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 127px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 203px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610966550447062562" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-2C5mUyt1S64/Td4oWXX-_iI/AAAAAAAABr8/o0ovsO8xg4Q/s320/contosen.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Editorial: Xunta de Galicia. Varios autores&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A historia de Carpantín, o monstro Comexiz:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Este conto trata dun monstro que non sabía asustar ós humanos, e os seus compañeiros burlábanse del, el un día cansouse e foi vivir ó mundo dos humanos nunha escola, alimentábase de xices. Alí coñeceu a María a cal consideraba a súa amiga. Un bo día conseguiu...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O cágado e o lagarto:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Trata de dúas nenas: Sara era a pequena e Rita a máis grande; Rita era adoptada e durmía na mesma cama que Sara. Como Sara non daba durmido, Rita decidiu contarlle un conto para que a deixara durmir tramquila, pero a pequena facialle preguntas seguido e acabaron falando de cando Rita vivía en Mozambique nun orfanato... E ensinoulle o seu segredo que tivera gardado durnte moitos anos, que ela tiña agochado debaixo da súa almofada.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTA:5&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5610293337404533035-3200283508369682764?l=setemaisun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/feeds/3200283508369682764/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5610293337404533035&amp;postID=3200283508369682764&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/3200283508369682764'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/3200283508369682764'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/2011/05/contos-sen-fronteiras_26.html' title='Contos sen fronteiras'/><author><name>setemaisun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815823764001933336</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/-2C5mUyt1S64/Td4oWXX-_iI/AAAAAAAABr8/o0ovsO8xg4Q/s72-c/contosen.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610293337404533035.post-5858656031449501738</id><published>2011-05-26T12:02:00.000+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T12:03:08.466+02:00</updated><title type='text'>Contos sen fronteiras</title><content type='html'>&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5610293337404533035-5858656031449501738?l=setemaisun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/feeds/5858656031449501738/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5610293337404533035&amp;postID=5858656031449501738&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/5858656031449501738'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/5858656031449501738'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/2011/05/contos-sen-fronteiras.html' title='Contos sen fronteiras'/><author><name>setemaisun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815823764001933336</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-5610293337404533035.post-7554057303848359369</id><published>2011-05-26T11:57:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T12:20:54.692+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vanesa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIBROS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010-2011'/><title type='text'>Os vellos non deben namorarse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9_LiDYi9tuU/Td4of_etOII/AAAAAAAABsM/SEqIcfZf-4E/s1600/503744763_ML.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 270px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 270px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610966715831498882" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-9_LiDYi9tuU/Td4of_etOII/AAAAAAAABsM/SEqIcfZf-4E/s320/503744763_ML.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Autor: Castelao. Editorial: Galaxia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Este libro trara dunha serie de vellos que por diferentes circunstancias acábanse namorando de mulleres moito máis novas ca eles, pero que desafortunadamente non son correspondidos ata que a morte os visita e lle di que xa non están na idade de namorarse; pero eles néganse a cambiar de opinión ata que acaban morrendo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Unha vez mortos os vellos reúnense no cemiterio e chegan a unha conclusión.......&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOTA: 6&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5610293337404533035-7554057303848359369?l=setemaisun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/feeds/7554057303848359369/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5610293337404533035&amp;postID=7554057303848359369&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/7554057303848359369'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/7554057303848359369'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/2011/05/os-vellos-non-deben-namorarse.html' title='Os vellos non deben namorarse'/><author><name>setemaisun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815823764001933336</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/-9_LiDYi9tuU/Td4of_etOII/AAAAAAAABsM/SEqIcfZf-4E/s72-c/503744763_ML.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610293337404533035.post-2339300373322880312</id><published>2011-05-26T11:52:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T12:18:06.645+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rafael'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIBROS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010-2011'/><title type='text'>O home que plantaba árbores</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-03QzS6PIZug/Td4ofIHPnWI/AAAAAAAABsE/LzrEm25jxdg/s1600/imagesCAW5A6DU.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 120px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 172px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610966700969139554" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-03QzS6PIZug/Td4ofIHPnWI/AAAAAAAABsE/LzrEm25jxdg/s320/imagesCAW5A6DU.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Editorial: Galaxia escrito por Jean Giono&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Este libro trata dun señor que plantaba bellotas de carballo, el plantaba moitos e moitos terreos de carballos pero como a terra non era fértil non medraban ben as árbores pero acabou conseguindo un gran bosque&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTA: 5 &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5610293337404533035-2339300373322880312?l=setemaisun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/feeds/2339300373322880312/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5610293337404533035&amp;postID=2339300373322880312&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/2339300373322880312'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/2339300373322880312'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/2011/05/o-home-que-plantaba-arbores.html' title='O home que plantaba árbores'/><author><name>setemaisun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815823764001933336</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/-03QzS6PIZug/Td4ofIHPnWI/AAAAAAAABsE/LzrEm25jxdg/s72-c/imagesCAW5A6DU.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610293337404533035.post-4736704887452268215</id><published>2011-05-26T11:49:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T12:14:36.905+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yolanda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIBROS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010-2011'/><title type='text'>Made in Galiza</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2ccb40Hwz94/Td4lv9PBdPI/AAAAAAAABrc/JVI-i4k4A3E/s1600/made%252520in%252520galiza%252520werbG.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 263px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610963691571868914" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-2ccb40Hwz94/Td4lv9PBdPI/AAAAAAAABrc/JVI-i4k4A3E/s400/made%252520in%252520galiza%252520werbG.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;O autor deste libro é Sénchu Sende; editorial Galaxía.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Este libro gustoume moito, cada relato é diferente pero todos teñen a finalidade de defender o galego... Baseado na sociolingüistica... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Fala da importancia do galego, de que temos que coidar a nosa lingua e se non o facemos acabaremos perdéndoa...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Gústame que este libro fale dos problemas que tivo o galego para subsistir na nosa sociedade e que nos anime a seguir falando a nosa lingua, o galego. A que persoas incultas califican de inferior, montuna... Sen saber que é todo o contrarío, é un avance ser bilingüe....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;NOTA: 7&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5610293337404533035-4736704887452268215?l=setemaisun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/feeds/4736704887452268215/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5610293337404533035&amp;postID=4736704887452268215&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/4736704887452268215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/4736704887452268215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/2011/05/made-in-galiza_26.html' title='Made in Galiza'/><author><name>setemaisun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815823764001933336</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/-2ccb40Hwz94/Td4lv9PBdPI/AAAAAAAABrc/JVI-i4k4A3E/s72-c/made%252520in%252520galiza%252520werbG.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610293337404533035.post-7109140445989399475</id><published>2011-05-26T11:47:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T12:03:51.904+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carmen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIBROS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010-2011'/><title type='text'>A voz do lago</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gayPLSoi4l8/Td4k_CFMgvI/AAAAAAAABrU/PbdEhiLRfos/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 181px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 279px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610962851059237618" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gayPLSoi4l8/Td4k_CFMgvI/AAAAAAAABrU/PbdEhiLRfos/s400/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Autor: Antón Riveiro Coello; Editorial Galaxia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Este libro trata de contos de sereas. Irene era unha rapaza de 9 anos que se fai amiga dunha moza que vén nova para a vila, chámase María. O profesor de Irene cóntalle unha historia de sereas que se desenvolve no pazo onde María e seus tíos eran os herdeiros .&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;María na biblioteca do pazo colle un libro e escoita gritos. Cóntallo a Irene e ela axúdalle a resolver o misterio. María invita a Irene a durmir no pazo para resolver o misterio. Como no primeiro intento Irene perdeuse decidiron...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOTA:8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5610293337404533035-7109140445989399475?l=setemaisun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/feeds/7109140445989399475/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5610293337404533035&amp;postID=7109140445989399475&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/7109140445989399475'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/7109140445989399475'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/2011/05/voz-do-lago.html' title='A voz do lago'/><author><name>setemaisun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815823764001933336</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/-gayPLSoi4l8/Td4k_CFMgvI/AAAAAAAABrU/PbdEhiLRfos/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610293337404533035.post-1685843550245222874</id><published>2011-05-26T11:45:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T12:17:23.649+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Iván Fernández'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIBROS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010-2011'/><title type='text'>A verdadeira historia do burro Feldespato</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YbiI_gcynaI/Td4nhaqDllI/AAAAAAAABr0/ChBp8bPZUoc/s1600/burro_feldespato.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 233px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610965640795100754" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-YbiI_gcynaI/Td4nhaqDllI/AAAAAAAABr0/ChBp8bPZUoc/s320/burro_feldespato.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Autor: Xerardo Quintiá. Editorial: Galaxia &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Esta historia trata sobre un burro que marcha da casa porque o seu dono sempre lle pegaba e nunca lle daba de comer. O burro vai a Sete Lúas, unha vila onde había unha casa que vivía unha meiga, Marica Pendella. A meiga durmía durante 100 anos por culpa dun feitizo que lle saíra mal. Mentres ela durmía o burro -namorárase dela- aprendera a falar. Pero un día máis adiante perdera a fala e marchou de alí. E mentres el vagaba polo mundo escribiulle un poema á meiga para recitarllo cando espertase.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nota:5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5610293337404533035-1685843550245222874?l=setemaisun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/feeds/1685843550245222874/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5610293337404533035&amp;postID=1685843550245222874&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/1685843550245222874'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/1685843550245222874'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/2011/05/verdadeira-historia-do-burro-feldespato_26.html' title='A verdadeira historia do burro Feldespato'/><author><name>setemaisun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815823764001933336</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/-YbiI_gcynaI/Td4nhaqDllI/AAAAAAAABr0/ChBp8bPZUoc/s72-c/burro_feldespato.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610293337404533035.post-1319859437709813368</id><published>2011-05-26T11:44:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T12:02:42.175+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIBROS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cristina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010-2011'/><title type='text'>O capitán Zochusmán</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5KbFU4pB7no/Td4khi6Sp1I/AAAAAAAABrM/6ZLOL1DTE_A/s1600/Capitan_Zochusman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 143px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 182px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610962344475797330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-5KbFU4pB7no/Td4khi6Sp1I/AAAAAAAABrM/6ZLOL1DTE_A/s400/Capitan_Zochusman.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Editorial: Sotelo Balnco, Editor: Luis Seixido Rodriguez &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Este libro trata dun rapaz chamado Toñín que ten como soño ser un superheroe. El ía á escola e alí tiña un amigo chamado Manuel que sempre lle dicía mentiras para que lle deixara facer os deberes, cando decidiu converterse en superheroe tivo que buscar un nome que obtivo polo nome do seu can, el chamábase Chusqui, e ao final quedoulle o nome do capitán &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Zochusmán. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Un día Rome convenceu a Manuel para ir á casa onde vivía un vagamundo no recreo, entón tivo que actuar Zochusmán, el foi detras deles pero meteuse na habitación que non era e alí estaba o vagamundo.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Entre os dous fixeron un invento para salvalos, despois Zochusmán foi corendo para escola e...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTA:5&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5610293337404533035-1319859437709813368?l=setemaisun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/feeds/1319859437709813368/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5610293337404533035&amp;postID=1319859437709813368&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/1319859437709813368'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/1319859437709813368'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/2011/05/o-capitan-zochusman_26.html' title='O capitán Zochusmán'/><author><name>setemaisun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815823764001933336</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/-5KbFU4pB7no/Td4khi6Sp1I/AAAAAAAABrM/6ZLOL1DTE_A/s72-c/Capitan_Zochusman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610293337404533035.post-6390127586553727892</id><published>2011-05-10T14:09:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T12:19:12.516+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brais'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIBROS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010-2011'/><title type='text'>Os vellos non deben de namorarse</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AwtB_SJg45w/Td4i_ckZjGI/AAAAAAAABq0/ctmAOqDg6M0/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 88px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 134px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610960659146181730" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-AwtB_SJg45w/Td4i_ckZjGI/AAAAAAAABq0/ctmAOqDg6M0/s400/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Autor: Castelao . Editorial: Galaxia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Primeiro lance:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Trata dunha rapaza chamada Lela que foi á botica a comprar un medicamento. O boticario namoruse dela pero como era vello veu a morte e díxolle que non se namorara dela pero non lle fixo caso e cando soubo que ía casar co carabineiro morreu.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Segundo lance:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Trata dun fidalgo que é un borracho que se namorou dunha rapaza máis nova, chamada Micaela, ela estaba namorada dun portugués e ao fidalgo só lle correspondía pola riqueza.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Terceiro lance:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Trata dun señor chamado Fuco que morre ó pouco de casarse cunha rapaza moi nova, ela estaba namorada doutro mozo pero como estaba casada non lle puido corresponder.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOTA: 5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5610293337404533035-6390127586553727892?l=setemaisun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/feeds/6390127586553727892/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5610293337404533035&amp;postID=6390127586553727892&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/6390127586553727892'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/6390127586553727892'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/2011/05/os-vellos-non-deben-de-namorarse.html' title='Os vellos non deben de namorarse'/><author><name>setemaisun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815823764001933336</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/-AwtB_SJg45w/Td4i_ckZjGI/AAAAAAAABq0/ctmAOqDg6M0/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610293337404533035.post-987865567601817067</id><published>2011-05-10T14:06:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T14:13:35.507+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIBROS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cristina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010-2011'/><title type='text'>Made in Galiza</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PW8nJTLmkb4/TckrqvgxJ2I/AAAAAAAABqc/WlMJz02vVFc/s1600/503988994_ML.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 294px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 235px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605059224547698530" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-PW8nJTLmkb4/TckrqvgxJ2I/AAAAAAAABqc/WlMJz02vVFc/s400/503988994_ML.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Autor: Sechu Sende; Editorial: Galaxía&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Este libro encantoume, pareceume un libro fantástico, rebelde, inocente e moi contraditorio. Ensínanos moitas cousas sobre a nosa lingua. Moita xente despreza o galego, porque din que é feo e a outras gústalle falalo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;NOTA: 9&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5610293337404533035-987865567601817067?l=setemaisun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/feeds/987865567601817067/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5610293337404533035&amp;postID=987865567601817067&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/987865567601817067'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/987865567601817067'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/2011/05/made-in-galiza.html' title='Made in Galiza'/><author><name>setemaisun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815823764001933336</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/-PW8nJTLmkb4/TckrqvgxJ2I/AAAAAAAABqc/WlMJz02vVFc/s72-c/503988994_ML.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610293337404533035.post-4014718698686446215</id><published>2011-05-10T14:00:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T11:57:20.536+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vanesa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIBROS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010-2011'/><title type='text'>O capitán zochusmán</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-55x8noNRfaI/Td4jzVhxFmI/AAAAAAAABrE/A86iuZN1xd4/s1600/Capitan_Zochusman.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 100px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 157px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610961550609290850" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-55x8noNRfaI/Td4jzVhxFmI/AAAAAAAABrE/A86iuZN1xd4/s400/Capitan_Zochusman.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Autor:Luis Seixido . Editorial: Sotelo Blanco&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Este libro trata dun neno que quería se superheroe, pero faltábanlle moitas cousas para selo; primeiro pensou en ser o home araña pero faltatáballe unha arañeira. Despois quería ser`Batman´ pero necesitaba unha cova e por último o incrible Hulk pero non lle gustaba moito porque rompía todas as camisetas. Enton decidiu ser.....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOTA:5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5610293337404533035-4014718698686446215?l=setemaisun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/feeds/4014718698686446215/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5610293337404533035&amp;postID=4014718698686446215&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/4014718698686446215'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/4014718698686446215'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/2011/05/o-capitan-zochusman.html' title='O capitán zochusmán'/><author><name>setemaisun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815823764001933336</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/-55x8noNRfaI/Td4jzVhxFmI/AAAAAAAABrE/A86iuZN1xd4/s72-c/Capitan_Zochusman.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610293337404533035.post-2576848777269614882</id><published>2011-05-10T13:59:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T12:20:03.632+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noemí'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIBROS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010-2011'/><title type='text'>Olga e o dinosauro</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aBzlHfIQ5as/Td4mQyCBp-I/AAAAAAAABrs/N5Jjg02wamo/s1600/36956.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 203px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5610964255500249058" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-aBzlHfIQ5as/Td4mQyCBp-I/AAAAAAAABrs/N5Jjg02wamo/s320/36956.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Autor: Breogán Riveiro. Editorial: Galaxia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Neste libro hai unha rapaza chamada Olga e un día cando esperta sáelle do seu armario un dinosauro, ela tíñalle medo pero cando o coñeceu xa non. Ese dinosauro quería buscar unha porta a outro universo pero non a atopaba así que lle pediu axuda a Olga. E os dous buscaron por toda a casa e tamén pola vila pero non a atoparon así que regresaron a casa. Alí prenderon a televisión e viron nun documental que falaban da catedral de Santiago e o dinosauro dixo que a porta estaba alí, e decidiron ir e a que non sabedes o que pasou... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOTA: 5,5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&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/5610293337404533035-2576848777269614882?l=setemaisun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/feeds/2576848777269614882/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5610293337404533035&amp;postID=2576848777269614882&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/2576848777269614882'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/2576848777269614882'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/2011/05/olga-e-o-dinosauro.html' title='Olga e o dinosauro'/><author><name>setemaisun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815823764001933336</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/-aBzlHfIQ5as/Td4mQyCBp-I/AAAAAAAABrs/N5Jjg02wamo/s72-c/36956.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610293337404533035.post-309849057304389378</id><published>2011-05-10T13:51:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T14:13:00.985+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carmen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIBROS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010-2011'/><title type='text'>O carteiro de Bagdag</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AvNkHR9BDLA/TckrszHhxWI/AAAAAAAABqk/nNtQHvaMam0/s1600/55.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 101px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 152px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605059259875312994" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-AvNkHR9BDLA/TckrszHhxWI/AAAAAAAABqk/nNtQHvaMam0/s400/55.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Autor: Marcos Calveiro. Editorial: Tambre&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Este libro trata dun neno chamado Abduwaid, que vive co seu pai e a súa nai nunha casoupa de Bagdag. Están en guerra e o pai cada día arrisca a vida para repartir as cartas. Para el é moi importante. Cando o pai chega de repartir cartas o neno espérao fóra porque lle encanta montar en motocicleta. O neno pregúntalle cousas entre eles. De onde veñen as cartas que el reparte con tanto empeño. Como en Bagdag están en guerra o neno non pode acompañar o pai a rezar que é moi perigoso. Uns días despois de que o pai lle conta o rapaz que queimaron os libros das bibliotecas ten un...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;NOTA: 5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5610293337404533035-309849057304389378?l=setemaisun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/feeds/309849057304389378/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5610293337404533035&amp;postID=309849057304389378&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/309849057304389378'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/309849057304389378'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/2011/05/o-carteiro-de-bagdag.html' title='O carteiro de Bagdag'/><author><name>setemaisun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815823764001933336</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/-AvNkHR9BDLA/TckrszHhxWI/AAAAAAAABqk/nNtQHvaMam0/s72-c/55.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610293337404533035.post-780252022747751841</id><published>2011-05-10T13:48:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T14:08:59.154+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brais'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIBROS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010-2011'/><title type='text'>A Verdadeira Historia Do Burro Feldespato</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mZY5xfWegEE/TckqdzBUo0I/AAAAAAAABqM/1gqL6pSss3g/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 87px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 120px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605057902639620930" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-mZY5xfWegEE/TckqdzBUo0I/AAAAAAAABqM/1gqL6pSss3g/s400/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;Autor: Xerardo Quintiá . Editorial: Galaxia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Trátase dun burro chamado Feldespato que marchou de onda o seu dono porque non lle daba de comer. Foi para a Setelúas, á casa dunha bruxa chamada Marica Pendella, que quixera facer un feitizo para converterse na muller máis bonita, e equivocouse e fixo o de que durmirá cen anos seguidos. Nese cen anos o burro aprendeu e namorouse da súa dona. Despois perdeu a fala e foi dar unha volta ao mundo; ó que chegou Setelúas esperou ó lado da cama de Marica Pendella para...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;NOTA: 5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5610293337404533035-780252022747751841?l=setemaisun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/feeds/780252022747751841/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5610293337404533035&amp;postID=780252022747751841&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/780252022747751841'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/780252022747751841'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/2011/05/verdadeira-historia-do-burro-feldespato.html' title='A Verdadeira Historia Do Burro Feldespato'/><author><name>setemaisun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815823764001933336</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/-mZY5xfWegEE/TckqdzBUo0I/AAAAAAAABqM/1gqL6pSss3g/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610293337404533035.post-3329964916408623876</id><published>2011-05-10T13:43:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T14:17:06.598+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Iván Fernández'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIBROS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010-2011'/><title type='text'>O inferno de Marta</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UOAwrPfjaZc/TckrALEjJrI/AAAAAAAABqU/Wi2B68oTTEw/s1600/XG00088101.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 323px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605058493211158194" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-UOAwrPfjaZc/TckrALEjJrI/AAAAAAAABqU/Wi2B68oTTEw/s400/XG00088101.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Escrito por Pasqual Alapont ; editorial Xerais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Este libro trata da historia dunha rapaza adolescente que sae con Héctor, un rapaz que estivo vivindo en Inglaterra durante un tempo. Este maltrataba a Marta insultándoa e ridiculizándoa. Pero nun momento a cousa tranquiliza e quérense moito, pero ao volver con Héctor non sabía que os seus mellores amigos Carme e Braulio daríanlle de lado por avisar de que lle volvería pasar. E así foi, un día nun bar, Héctor obrigábaa a beber pero ela non quería, entón chega un home chamado Vicente Jordá, un profesor que lle dera clase a Marta en terceiro e ela preséntaos. Máis tarde Marta e Héctor marchan nun taxi para a casa.....&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nota:8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5610293337404533035-3329964916408623876?l=setemaisun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/feeds/3329964916408623876/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5610293337404533035&amp;postID=3329964916408623876&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/3329964916408623876'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/3329964916408623876'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/2011/05/o-inferno-de-marta.html' title='O inferno de Marta'/><author><name>setemaisun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815823764001933336</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/-UOAwrPfjaZc/TckrALEjJrI/AAAAAAAABqU/Wi2B68oTTEw/s72-c/XG00088101.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610293337404533035.post-6923759657089144345</id><published>2011-04-28T11:47:00.007+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T14:16:00.300+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rafael'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIBROS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010-2011'/><title type='text'>Tonecho de Rebordechao</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yhljqoryOAA/Tckl4RQlRxI/AAAAAAAABpU/KRU6dGvokv0/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 104px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605052859875149586" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-yhljqoryOAA/Tckl4RQlRxI/AAAAAAAABpU/KRU6dGvokv0/s400/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Editorial Galaxia e escrito por Breogán Riveiro.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Trata dun rapaz de once anos que vive nunha vila pequeniña onde case non había xente. Nin xogos nin nada, namais ía a unha escola preto do seu pobo onde había poucos nenos e tan sequera había cursos namais que unha profesora moi guapa que lle gustaba a Tonecho e mais ao seu amigo Kevin: pelexaban porque a el tamén lle gustaba. Un día eles andaron polo pobo de Tonecho explorando un pouco e entraron nunha casa abandonada, pensaban que era a casa do home do unto. De alí a un cacho topáronse co home do unto, unha bruxa e mais un ogro pero todo era mentira...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTA:6&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5610293337404533035-6923759657089144345?l=setemaisun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/feeds/6923759657089144345/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5610293337404533035&amp;postID=6923759657089144345&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/6923759657089144345'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/6923759657089144345'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/2011/04/tonecho-de-rebordechao_3055.html' title='Tonecho de Rebordechao'/><author><name>setemaisun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815823764001933336</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/-yhljqoryOAA/Tckl4RQlRxI/AAAAAAAABpU/KRU6dGvokv0/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610293337404533035.post-4122983247718229516</id><published>2011-04-28T11:44:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T14:12:08.052+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Martín'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIBROS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010-2011'/><title type='text'>Tonecho de Rebordechao</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VEt9hICKdwI/TckqH2swNqI/AAAAAAAABqE/CPy1Js6f1zY/s1600/ton.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 104px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605057525669967522" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-VEt9hICKdwI/TckqH2swNqI/AAAAAAAABqE/CPy1Js6f1zY/s400/ton.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Autor: Breogán Riveiro; Editorial: Galaxia&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Este libro fálanos dun rapaz que pasa de vivir na cidade a vivir nuha aldea na que el era o único rapaz que había el para divertise, xogaba a play e metíase nas casas abandoadas; un día dixéronlle que non entrara máis nas casas e para que non o fixera dixéronlle que alí vivira o home do unto.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O rapaz no fixo caso e seguiu entrando na casa ata que un día a casa se veu abaixo: ao rapaz no lle pasou nada.&lt;/div&gt;Pero como quería saber máis foise co seu can por unha carrileira onde o Home do unto soía matar.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Nota: 7&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5610293337404533035-4122983247718229516?l=setemaisun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/feeds/4122983247718229516/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5610293337404533035&amp;postID=4122983247718229516&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/4122983247718229516'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/4122983247718229516'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/2011/04/tonecho-de-rebordechao_28.html' title='Tonecho de Rebordechao'/><author><name>setemaisun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815823764001933336</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/-VEt9hICKdwI/TckqH2swNqI/AAAAAAAABqE/CPy1Js6f1zY/s72-c/ton.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610293337404533035.post-8057792348942230962</id><published>2011-04-28T11:43:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T13:48:49.797+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carmen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIBROS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010-2011'/><title type='text'>O home que prantaba árbores</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-29W7G7to_oU/Tckl0qfbs9I/AAAAAAAABpM/NALRXpodwtM/s1600/5.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 190px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605052797928846290" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-29W7G7to_oU/Tckl0qfbs9I/AAAAAAAABpM/NALRXpodwtM/s400/5.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Autor: Jean Giono Editorial Galaxia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Este conto trata dun mozo que emprendeu unha viaxe por terras descoñecidas. Eran terras de deserto, pobreza, sen persoas con quen falar. Entón un día encontrouse cun pastor con moi bo corazón. Era unha persoa solitaria de poucas palabras que mentres as súas ovellas pacían el plantaba árbores. Cada noite preparaba un cento e o final...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOTA:5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5610293337404533035-8057792348942230962?l=setemaisun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/feeds/8057792348942230962/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5610293337404533035&amp;postID=8057792348942230962&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/8057792348942230962'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/8057792348942230962'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/2011/04/o-home-que-prantaba-arbores.html' title='O home que prantaba árbores'/><author><name>setemaisun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815823764001933336</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/-29W7G7to_oU/Tckl0qfbs9I/AAAAAAAABpM/NALRXpodwtM/s72-c/5.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610293337404533035.post-6346053457159235529</id><published>2011-04-07T12:18:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T14:02:55.576+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIBROS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cristina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010-2011'/><title type='text'>Cando petan na porta polo noite</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OCsOG57EzHk/Tckn3CQQ-zI/AAAAAAAABp8/OjRIDzsyu5o/s1600/cando2.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 144px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605055037690673970" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-OCsOG57EzHk/Tckn3CQQ-zI/AAAAAAAABp8/OjRIDzsyu5o/s400/cando2.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Editorial: Xerais; Autor: Xabier Docampo&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O espello do viaxeiro:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Trata dun home e dun ferreiro, os dous eran iguais, só se diferenciaban no ollo esquerdo, o home vivía na casa do ferreiro e un día puxéronse a pelexar polo viño e o ferreiro queimoulle o ollo ó home, o home todo enfurecido colleu e matou ó ferreiro, logo enterrouno...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O fornadas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Trata dunha vella que non ten amigos na súa aldea, un día xúntanse os homes do pobo para pegarlle. Entón a muller antes de morrer díxolle a un dos homes que se ía vingar deles por matala. A un dos homes méteno no cárcere e a vella íalle quitando un órgano cada día, ata que acabou morrendo cun golpe na cabeza; cando o viron, decatáronse de que estaba baleiro por dentro, non tiña ningún órgano.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O cumpremortos:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Un día a un home chegoulle unha carta cun lazo negro que poñía que era o aniversario do día da súa morte. El pensou que era broma, pero despois enterouse de que non. Ano tras ano fóronlle chegando cartas ata o o cuarto ano no que el ía morrer, entón decidiu mudarse e chegou o día no que ía morrer, el estaba no parque, achegóuselle unha muller que lle preguntou que hora era, el mirou e....&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;A loba:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Trata duns mozos que teñen un fillo e a loba entra na casa deles e colle o neno sen facerlle dano, a loba métese nun palleiro e alí o home decide plantarlle lume á palleira, e cando se dá de conta de que o seu fillo tamén estaba dentro a casa xa empezara a arder...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;NOTA: 6&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/5610293337404533035-6346053457159235529?l=setemaisun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/feeds/6346053457159235529/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5610293337404533035&amp;postID=6346053457159235529&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/6346053457159235529'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/6346053457159235529'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/2011/04/cando-petan-na-porta-polo-noite.html' title='Cando petan na porta polo noite'/><author><name>setemaisun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815823764001933336</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/-OCsOG57EzHk/Tckn3CQQ-zI/AAAAAAAABp8/OjRIDzsyu5o/s72-c/cando2.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610293337404533035.post-4067832739990444946</id><published>2011-04-07T12:12:00.009+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T13:59:59.829+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Vanesa'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIBROS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010-2011'/><title type='text'>Matilda</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SnC1-w4vqjA/TckmxXHkjwI/AAAAAAAABpk/HLac2A_V6EQ/s1600/Matilda450.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 242px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605053840700509954" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-SnC1-w4vqjA/TckmxXHkjwI/AAAAAAAABpk/HLac2A_V6EQ/s400/Matilda450.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;Autor:Roald Dahl. Editorial:Alfaguara.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Esta historia trata dunha rapaza chamada Matilda. Ela era moi intelixente pero seus pais non o recoñecían.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Cando empezou a ir a escola coñeceu a súa mestra a señorita Honey e tamen a súa directora á señorita Trunchbull pero ela era todo o contrario da señorita Honey mala, orgullosa e desafiante, todos os nenos lle tiñan medo.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Un día Matilda deuse de conta de que tiña poderes e de que podía mover as cousas de sitio, ela usábaos para vingarse da directora; unha tarde ao saír da escola a señorita Honey invitou a Matilda a merendar a súa casa e tras unha longa conversa Matilda descubreu un secreto da súa maestra......&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;NOTA:9´75&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/5610293337404533035-4067832739990444946?l=setemaisun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/feeds/4067832739990444946/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5610293337404533035&amp;postID=4067832739990444946&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/4067832739990444946'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/4067832739990444946'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/2011/04/matilda.html' title='Matilda'/><author><name>setemaisun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815823764001933336</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/-SnC1-w4vqjA/TckmxXHkjwI/AAAAAAAABpk/HLac2A_V6EQ/s72-c/Matilda450.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610293337404533035.post-6504295809364617143</id><published>2011-04-07T12:10:00.006+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T14:00:43.992+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Martín'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIBROS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010-2011'/><title type='text'>A verdadeira historia do burro Felldespato</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gVFniwMdchQ/TcknVmgDijI/AAAAAAAABp0/ShIN9v2HQc8/s1600/9788482885377%252B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 120px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 183px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605054463305026098" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-gVFniwMdchQ/TcknVmgDijI/AAAAAAAABp0/ShIN9v2HQc8/s400/9788482885377%252B.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Autor:Xerardo Quintiá; Editorial: Galaxia&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Esta é a historia dun burro que lle escapa o dono e bai parar a casa dunha meiga.&lt;br /&gt;O burro acaba namorando dela pero o problema que tiña é que a muller só espertaba unha vez cada 100 anos debido a un feitizo mal feito, só espertaba coa augardente que lle traía un primo seu&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Nota: 5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5610293337404533035-6504295809364617143?l=setemaisun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/feeds/6504295809364617143/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5610293337404533035&amp;postID=6504295809364617143&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/6504295809364617143'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/6504295809364617143'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/2011/04/verdadeira-historia-do-burro.html' title='A verdadeira historia do burro Felldespato'/><author><name>setemaisun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815823764001933336</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/-gVFniwMdchQ/TcknVmgDijI/AAAAAAAABp0/ShIN9v2HQc8/s72-c/9788482885377%252B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610293337404533035.post-9023770974330378210</id><published>2011-04-07T12:09:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T13:44:19.094+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brais'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIBROS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010-2011'/><title type='text'>No Corazón Do Bosque</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8L_MH_Duaac/TZ2PqyBt-rI/AAAAAAAABo0/HCA9oDOSBsg/s1600/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 100px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 151px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592784277410282162" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-8L_MH_Duaac/TZ2PqyBt-rI/AAAAAAAABo0/HCA9oDOSBsg/s400/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Autor: Agustín Fernández Paz. Editorial: Anaya&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O conto trata dunha rapaza que foi de excursión ó bosque e un trasno que se lle mete na mochila. Despois dun tempo fixéronse amigos ata o punto de que un día o levou ó colexio porque había un rapaz que se metía con ela e el axudoulle a que a deixara en paz. Un día encontrouse cunha trasna e...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;NOTA: 5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5610293337404533035-9023770974330378210?l=setemaisun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/feeds/9023770974330378210/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5610293337404533035&amp;postID=9023770974330378210&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/9023770974330378210'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/9023770974330378210'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/2011/04/no-corazon-do-bosque.html' title='No Corazón Do Bosque'/><author><name>setemaisun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815823764001933336</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/-8L_MH_Duaac/TZ2PqyBt-rI/AAAAAAAABo0/HCA9oDOSBsg/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610293337404533035.post-2769669777793196488</id><published>2011-04-07T12:06:00.004+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T12:17:22.147+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIBROS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Cristina'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010-2011'/><title type='text'>O principiño</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ekdiwMNQ7bc/TZ2PGbalP2I/AAAAAAAABoc/A-NE2mnoiOI/s1600/8482888854%252B.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 120px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 183px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592783652865261410" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-ekdiwMNQ7bc/TZ2PGbalP2I/AAAAAAAABoc/A-NE2mnoiOI/s400/8482888854%252B.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Eitorial: Galaxia, Autor: Antoine de Sain-Exupéry&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 align="justify"&gt;Trata dun neno ó que lle gústaba debuxar, a quen os maiores lle dixeran que non debuxara máis. De maior fíxose piloto de avións. Un día tivo unha avaría no Sahara, non lle quedaba auga máis que para 8 días. Ao espertar sorprendeuse de ver un rapaciño fronte a el, debido a que por alí non había poboación.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O neno pideulle que lle debuxara un año, e así fóronse coñecendo pouco a pouco. O Principiño non era un neno calquera, tiña algo especial, el estaba namorado dunha flor, a el acábao picando unha serpe. ¿morrerá?...&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;NOTA:5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5610293337404533035-2769669777793196488?l=setemaisun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/feeds/2769669777793196488/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5610293337404533035&amp;postID=2769669777793196488&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/2769669777793196488'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/2769669777793196488'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/2011/04/o-principino.html' title='O principiño'/><author><name>setemaisun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815823764001933336</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/-ekdiwMNQ7bc/TZ2PGbalP2I/AAAAAAAABoc/A-NE2mnoiOI/s72-c/8482888854%252B.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610293337404533035.post-7468043893094279693</id><published>2011-04-07T12:03:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T12:19:38.724+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Carmen'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIBROS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010-2011'/><title type='text'>Tonecho de rebordechao</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--VZWkQi6tXg/TZ2PnWdu1_I/AAAAAAAABos/lPWlP3DbjM4/s1600/tonecho.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 132px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 197px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592784218471978994" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/--VZWkQi6tXg/TZ2PnWdu1_I/AAAAAAAABos/lPWlP3DbjM4/s400/tonecho.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Editor Breogan Riveiro, editorial Galaxia&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 align="justify"&gt;Este libro sobre un rapaz chamado Tonecho que foi vivir a unha vila chamada Rebordechao, alí vivía cos seus avós. Sempre andaba a pasear co langrán. Un día foi a pasear ata o castiñeiro, ó porse a comer o bocadillo unha loba quixo atacalos pero o langrán defendeuno. Despois ocorréronlle uns feitos moi estraños: veu o home do unto, a unha bruxa e un ogro. Despois no hospital contáronlle que se...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;NOTA: 5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5610293337404533035-7468043893094279693?l=setemaisun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/feeds/7468043893094279693/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5610293337404533035&amp;postID=7468043893094279693&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/7468043893094279693'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/7468043893094279693'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/2011/04/tonecho-de-rebordechao.html' title='Tonecho de rebordechao'/><author><name>setemaisun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815823764001933336</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/--VZWkQi6tXg/TZ2PnWdu1_I/AAAAAAAABos/lPWlP3DbjM4/s72-c/tonecho.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610293337404533035.post-844145125271069291</id><published>2011-04-07T11:55:00.003+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T12:13:29.056+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Iván Fernández'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIBROS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010-2011'/><title type='text'>Made in Galiza</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0Hb-k6k5OtI/TZ2Nb5p23GI/AAAAAAAABoM/yMN5ahO3d9A/s1600/made-in-galiza.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 263px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 400px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592781822736391266" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/-0Hb-k6k5OtI/TZ2Nb5p23GI/AAAAAAAABoM/yMN5ahO3d9A/s400/made-in-galiza.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Escrito por Sechu Sende. Editorial Galaxia &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Este libro cóntanos as historias sobre o que debemos e non debemos facer para protexer a nosa lingua e así que non desapareza. Na miña opinión este libro non estivo mal e foi moi entretido.&lt;/div&gt;Nota: 6&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5610293337404533035-844145125271069291?l=setemaisun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/feeds/844145125271069291/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5610293337404533035&amp;postID=844145125271069291&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/844145125271069291'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/844145125271069291'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/2011/04/made-in-galiza.html' title='Made in Galiza'/><author><name>setemaisun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815823764001933336</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/-0Hb-k6k5OtI/TZ2Nb5p23GI/AAAAAAAABoM/yMN5ahO3d9A/s72-c/made-in-galiza.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610293337404533035.post-6807465962440806646</id><published>2011-04-07T11:54:00.008+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-10T13:47:11.620+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Noemí'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIBROS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010-2011'/><title type='text'>A expedición do pacífico</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nF5ttU_ulNk/TcklP9I8YFI/AAAAAAAABpE/NSl6i4RBIMI/s1600/0949563001217939717-a-expedicion-do-pacifico.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 235px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 380px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5605052167279632466" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-nF5ttU_ulNk/TcklP9I8YFI/AAAAAAAABpE/NSl6i4RBIMI/s400/0949563001217939717-a-expedicion-do-pacifico.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Autora: Marilar Aleixandre. Editorial: Xerais.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Este libro trata da historia dunha rapaza chamada Emilia, o seu soño é viaxar na expedición do Pacífico pero seus pais non a deixan porque din que non aguantaría a expedición. Andrés, o seu irmán maior é unha das persoas desa expedición. Un día que o van visitar, ela agóchase no barco, e así é como se infiltra na expedición. Pero despois duns días seu irmán dase conta, pero ó final ela faise pasar por un rapaz e viaxa xunto co seu irmán durante toda a expedición. Ó final da expedición cando xa se lle estaban acabando os cartos e mais o traballo, foron á casa do presidente da expedición e ...... &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;NOTA:5,20&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&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/5610293337404533035-6807465962440806646?l=setemaisun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/feeds/6807465962440806646/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5610293337404533035&amp;postID=6807465962440806646&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/6807465962440806646'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/6807465962440806646'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/2011/04/expedicion-do-pacifico.html' title='A expedición do pacífico'/><author><name>setemaisun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815823764001933336</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/-nF5ttU_ulNk/TcklP9I8YFI/AAAAAAAABpE/NSl6i4RBIMI/s72-c/0949563001217939717-a-expedicion-do-pacifico.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610293337404533035.post-847008370917484919</id><published>2011-04-07T11:53:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T12:12:38.327+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Rafael'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIBROS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010-2011'/><title type='text'>Contos de medo no museo</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3m-MqfYspRc/TZ2MWd82JTI/AAAAAAAABn0/mOPBdDQnLZA/s1600/v2varioscontosdemedonomuseo000.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 150px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592780629888869682" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/-3m-MqfYspRc/TZ2MWd82JTI/AAAAAAAABn0/mOPBdDQnLZA/s400/v2varioscontosdemedonomuseo000.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Este libro foi escrito por varios escritores, entre eles: Marilar Aleixandre, Fina Casalderrey, Xosé A.Neira Cruz e Antonio Reigosa&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;O libro trata de contos, sucesos que pasan no museo. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;NOTA:8&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5610293337404533035-847008370917484919?l=setemaisun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/feeds/847008370917484919/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5610293337404533035&amp;postID=847008370917484919&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/847008370917484919'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/847008370917484919'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/2011/04/contos-de-medo-no-museo.html' title='Contos de medo no museo'/><author><name>setemaisun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815823764001933336</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/-3m-MqfYspRc/TZ2MWd82JTI/AAAAAAAABn0/mOPBdDQnLZA/s72-c/v2varioscontosdemedonomuseo000.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610293337404533035.post-6615012970169879563</id><published>2011-03-31T10:21:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2011-05-26T11:47:18.441+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Yolanda'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIBROS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010-2011'/><title type='text'>Menú de enganos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sYOfc6Myt74/Tbk480RhbeI/AAAAAAAABo8/fo_EPNGMoq8/s1600/3.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 181px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 265px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5600570229087366626" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-sYOfc6Myt74/Tbk480RhbeI/AAAAAAAABo8/fo_EPNGMoq8/s400/3.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;O autor é Manuel Núñez Singala, editorial Galaxía&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Este libro é moi curioso porque está dividido como se fose unha carta de comidas .Gustoume a sobremesa porque conta contos pequeniños sobre vellos e a súa morte...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;NOTA: 6&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5610293337404533035-6615012970169879563?l=setemaisun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/feeds/6615012970169879563/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5610293337404533035&amp;postID=6615012970169879563&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/6615012970169879563'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/6615012970169879563'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/2011/03/menu-de-enganos_31.html' title='Menú de enganos'/><author><name>setemaisun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815823764001933336</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/-sYOfc6Myt74/Tbk480RhbeI/AAAAAAAABo8/fo_EPNGMoq8/s72-c/3.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5610293337404533035.post-9141304857435286864</id><published>2011-03-31T10:04:00.005+02:00</published><updated>2011-04-07T12:09:35.428+02:00</updated><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='Brais'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='LIBROS'/><category scheme='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#' term='2010-2011'/><title type='text'>A Cidade Dos Desexos</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-goE6VHcF2pM/TZ2MJCMQfjI/AAAAAAAABnk/7JdpvAJKvQ4/s1600/images.jpg"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 81px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 114px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5592780399099018802" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-goE6VHcF2pM/TZ2MJCMQfjI/AAAAAAAABnk/7JdpvAJKvQ4/s400/images.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; &lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Autor:Agustin Fernández Paz Editorial: Xerais&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;Trata duns catro rapazes que son amigos e sempre ían ao parque para quedar xuntos pero como era inverno e chovía tiñan un baixo que estaba abandonado que lle chamaban "o refuxo". Un día cando ían para alí atopáronse con algo moi diferente: o refuxo estaba en reformas. Eles ían día tras día mirar que ían facer co seu refuxo, despois de días de espera acabaron de reformalo. Eles só vían unha placa que poñia C.I.P.F pero non vían entrar a ninguén, entón decidiron entrar eles pero só habia unha muller. Preguntáronlle para que servía ese sitio e ela contestoulle que para cumprir desexos, despois ían todos os días alí e fixéronse amigos dela; entón ela un día díxolle que lle ía cumprir tres desexos...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;NOTA: 5&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="justify"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5610293337404533035-9141304857435286864?l=setemaisun.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/feeds/9141304857435286864/comments/default' title='Enviar comentarios'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://www.blogger.com/comment.g?blogID=5610293337404533035&amp;postID=9141304857435286864&amp;isPopup=true' title='0 comentarios'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/9141304857435286864'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5610293337404533035/posts/default/9141304857435286864'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://setemaisun.blogspot.com/2011/03/cidade-dos-desexos.html' title='A Cidade Dos Desexos'/><author><name>setemaisun</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/10815823764001933336</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/-goE6VHcF2pM/TZ2MJCMQfjI/AAAAAAAABnk/7JdpvAJKvQ4/s72-c/images.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry></feed>
