GUANYADORS WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE 2021
GUANYADORS WILLIAM SHAKESPEARE 2021
GRUP A (de
Tots els premis han quedat deserts
GRUP B (de
Tots els premis han quedat deserts
GRUP C (de
Els premis a la millor narración breu i a la millor poesia han quedat deserts
PREMI ABSOLUT (poesía o narració)
Carla Tuset i
ANYTHING BUT ALL
I think about everything around me,
without thinking about anything in concrete.
I watch how life moves on,
controlled by the passage of time.
Focusing on images,
remembering some special moments.
I look out the window,
asking myself what exactly I see.
As a bird flying,
I want to feel my mind blank.
Like a caterpillar that turns into a butterfly,
over time and with no need to always look ahead.
I want to grow less quickly,
to be able to recognize myself when I look in the mirror.
I want life to be mine,
not a race against time that I will never win.
I need to stop for a moment,
just to look around without caring about anything.
I do not need to go back,
to relive certain events.
Live the moment in a smooth way,
where pressure does not drown me constantly.
Live freely,
only focusing on the present.
GRUP D (majors de 18 anys)
El premi absolut ha quedat desert
PREMI MILLOR NARRACIÓ BREU
Andrea Camp
FANFIC
I think we live our lives in other people’s bodies and souls. By ourselves, we’re not good enough. But when we let someone else in, with all of their stories, sounds, smells and sensations, we start filling pages of our unwritten books, and these books fill boxes and boxes that pile up and end up building our personal library.
Some of these books are pretty easy to read, not really smart, with faded ink, a few pictures and simple stories. These ones can make you feel at ease with the beauty of their minimalism, but they are not worth of many praising.
Others are nice, heavy volumes filled with stories of whippings and weird, perverse sex; dark Chinese restaurants with weird food and drugs being dealt in the back; vivid illustrations of couples dancing to jazz music in loud, crowded bars.
It’s nice when one of these books gets to you and slaughters your imagination with its rawness and filth, but also with its gentle grace and poetic justice. It’s nice when you read through the first few lines and know it’s going to be a good one, and you sit down relaxed knowing you’ve still got pages and pages to go.
And that’s how I felt with her, that’s the way she made me feel. It was like the best book had fallen by chance between my hands. Her smile made me picture the most detailed illustrations; her soul wrote the prettiest plot twists ever imagined. And all I could do was watch her slip between my fingers. Because I couldn’t give her what she really needed. I still remember that night, our last shared moments, the night before I let her go.
We stood there together, naked, looking through the window and hugging each other tightly. The stars were gently sparkling over the city buildings. The moon was up, pale and confused. With all the care that someone could muster, I lowered my head closing the distance between my lips and her neck and I whispered into her ear, softly enough to send shivers down her spine.
“You look up there and what do you feel?” I didn’t wait for an answer. “You feel the night crawling to you, coming to get you, getting inside you; a devious twist of darkness and pleasure knotting your veins. Some kind of irresistible urge to jump into a weird, unknown void, full of secrets and beauty, something beyond words or your ability to express it. Don’t you? I know you do.” She remained silent and kissed me for the last time, a sweet and sour goodbye.
The morning after, she was gone; I understood it was for the better. I knew she needed something really different from what I tried to give her, so I let her go and search for it.
After all, she’s a best seller… and I’m a fanfic.
PREMI MILLOR POESIA
Olaia Casanova Pegalajar
PASSPORT TO NEVERLAND
There are no words in the world
to describe how I deeply feel,
but I want to express the untold
to make myself a huge reveal.
I wish I could live in Neverland,
surrounded by people like me,
having fun together, hand in hand,
without wondering how the future will be.
I don’t know what lies in store
and I don’t want to worry about it.
All I want to focus on is my core,
living the moment as if I was a kid.
Now I know that getting old is overrated.
Why do we people have to age?
Everyone is moving forward and settled,
and I desire to stay on the same page.
Not changing is fine, or is it a crime?
What is meaningful in life is unknown
and before I’m running out of time
I must figure it out on my own.