GUANYADORS WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE 2017

GRUP A (de 9 a 12 anys)

Tots els premis han quedat deserts.

GRUP B (de 13 a 14 anys)

PRIMER PREMI

Carla Tuset Palau

YOU AND ME

I see you,
I see the person I love most in this world, my blue sky, my star.

I never imagined that your two eyes could become my two worlds.
Your blonde hair shines the dawn; your green eyes are purer than the mountain.
Your heart is redder than all except mine, because mine are you.
I know you love me, and I still have reasons to know it.
If you ever kiss me I never would wash the face, because somehow you always take with me.
24 hours have the day, 8 I dream of you and the other 16 I live a dream by your side.
When I felt I was missing a piece, you gave me one although you will miss more.
When I have reasons to cry, you made me smile and gave me causes to do so.
There are times when people become your life, now you are mine, but you are more than that disaster.
I do not know what to do for compensate you.
I just want to imitate you.

So you can get an idea of what it is to have it all in only one person.
I have too many words to tell you I love you, but l'd rather show it to you and thus you will know what I feel without time of explanations.
Just thank you for existing for who guide me with your words, for being my all,
thanks mom.

GRUP C (de 15 a 18 anys)

PRIMER PREMI

Cristina Casares Muñoz

AFTHERMATH

Mom still sings your favorite song.
Dad still stays up all night long.
And I still cry when I'm alone,
looking at our pictures in my phone.

My friends still ask if I'm okay.
I lie to them straight to their face
'cause I still see you in every place,
and they can't help me anyway.

I found about the secret pills
that mommy hides under the sink.
I found out that now daddy drinks
although he tries to clean the spills.

They barely talk since you've been gone,
just conversations of ice and stone.
They don't even ask me how I feel,
don't they know this silence kills?

This house doesn't feel like a home,
it's like it waits for you to come.
Sister, one day we'll meet again,
meanwhile I'll be fighting the pain.

SEGON PREMI

Andrea Camp Campos

PREDATOR

I confess.
I am a murderer.

I have had a brilliant career, always covered with the perfect alibi. In fact, I consider
myself the best serial killer of all times. Underwater, buried, burned or quartered,
hundreds of putrefied corpses justify that. Despite my ease doing all this dirty jobs I
have the need to take this to its curtain call, because there is still one lost end that has to disappear immediately.
I want to commit a last homicide to end it up all, to retire from this criminal life, because I am getting tired and keeping this complicated situation can no longer be good for me I have decided who my victim will be, the perfect person, but you see, as time passes my abilities fade, and so do I. Chosen the last; I want it to be the best too. Newspapers, TV news, radio and magazines will soon be covered with the most bizarre and sophisticated crime ever. I must say that although I have killed lots of people, I feel incredibly nervous about this last one.
Sadly, I have not achieved success yet. Trying once, twice and more than three times I have attempted to take away my victim's ife, but surprisingly, I have failed. Since these constant deceptions, I have the same nightmare night after night: drowning in the ocean of disappointment and losing my mind simultaneously, I unexpectedly find myself in the seashore of a dark beach, soaked in despondency, waking myself up at down. Although my mistakes, I'm sure I will try it again and the times needed, because I really need to reach my objective.

I confess.
I am a murderer.
And the last person I am trying to kill is me.

GRUP D (majors de 18 anys)

PRIMER PREMI

Pol Caronell Tena

INSIDE ME

Everybody around: u should write something for the first William Shakespeare literary contest! U can win a great prize.

(Jury: why do you use “u” instead of “you”?
Me: because HE was the first to do it)
Me: yeah, you're right. IL writes something.
Inner me: now you have to write something, what a drag!
Darker me: maybe we can copy something, or just translate something already done.
More legal me: but we can't do that! It wouldn't be good nor fair, and what if we get caught?
Nietzschean me: o00oohhh you coward! You have the moral of a slave! I'm not saying you have to cheat, I’m not saying you shouldn't. I am just saying this is not a good reason to decide what to do.
Inner me: exactly! We will write something and we will win because we are good at it, because we can, and we are surely the best ones. I’ll show you!
Doubts and fears: over our dead bodies!
Inner me: who are you?
Doubts and fears: we are here to prevent you to accomplish any of your goals.
Inner me: but look all I have already done! Nearly one page!
Doubts and fears: the greater the fall, the greater the pain.
Inner me: but i’ve made all my inside voices to come to an agreement. Together we are invincible!
Doubts and fears: that's nothing if you don't know how to continue the story and, are you sure all of your inside voices agree?
Inner me: what do you mean?
Doubts and fears: what are we, but voices like you?

Inner me: it seems we are not alone. The mind is a battlefield. These enemies cannot be persuaded to our side nor defeated. Maybe with some years of therapy and meditation we can gain the confidence enough to destroy them. But time is short. We'll use a faster way: chemical weapons!
Alcohol: here l am! Let me go inside youuuu
Sarcastic me: I hope there aren't anti-doping controls in literary contests.
Sarcastic me again: of course not! Not a single writer would pass it.
Inner me: okay, alcohol, I need you to destroy my doubts and fears so I can continue writing.
Alcohol: consider It done, baby, but I can't assure you the quality of your work will be the same.
Inner me: we'll take care of that later.
Alcohol: And trust me, you can dance.
Inner me: Let’s focus! Now it's not the moment.

Sorme liters later...

Inner me: alcohol was right! All we have written since this moment is just crap!
Sarcastic me: so this is the moral of the story: drugs are not the solution. We can say it is a tale for children.
Doubts and fears: hahaha! And we are not dead! We were just parranding!
Clever me: they are invincible. What if we try to use them?
Doubts and fears: in fact, the only thing we wanted is to participate. Accept us as one of your equals and there will be peace. And we'll be able to write the story all together.
Inner me: Ok, ok. How many are we? Well, too much to count. Make a line and we will write a text all together. Each one of us can write just one word, ok?