The candy seller had asmile on his face: he was happy, aware of what his life was about, andready to begin a day's work. The problem is that they don't even realize that they're walking anew road every day. There were no wolves in theregion, but once an animal had strayed during the night, and the boy hadhad to spend the entire next day searching for it.He swept the floor with his jacket and lay down, using the book he had justfinished reading as a pillow. Only when he consents.\"Wait for the end of the war. . Did you see the garden that it took the mastergardener ten years to create? He realized: If I can learn to understand this languagewithout words, I can learn to understand the world.Relaxed and unhurried, he resolved that he would walk through the narrowstreets of Tangier. No sound from the bazaars, no arguments among the merchants,no men climbing to the towers to chant. They came in silence and departed the sameway, dressed in black garments that showed only their eyes. They workedhard just to have food and water, like the sheep. But he would never have thought it more than just a myth, hadnot a friend of hisreturning from an archaeological expedition in thedeserttold him about an Arab that was possessed of exceptional powers.\"He lives at the Al-Fayoum oasis,\" his friend had said. Youcould build one in your backyard.\"\"You've never had dreams of travel,\" said the boy, turning to wait on acustomer who had entered the shop.Two days later, the merchant spoke to the boy about the display.\"I don't much like change,\" he said. Paulo Coelho - The Alchemist Page 44 / 94The book that most interested the boy told the stories of the famousalchemists. Paulo Coelho - The Alchemist Page 46 / 94\"Go back to watching the caravan,\" he said. Both times.\"The woman was silent for some time. *Two more months passed, and the shelf brought many customers into thecrystal shop. Paulo Coelho - The Alchemist Page 48 / 94way because they were made up from the pure life, and this kind of lifecannot be captured in pictures or words.Because people become fascinated with pictures and words, and wind upforgetting the Language of the World. 'As you wanderaround, carry this spoon with you without allowing the oil to spill.' Paulo Coelho - The Alchemist Page 41 / 94But all this happened for one basic reason: no matter how many detoursand adjustments it made, the caravan moved toward the same compasspoint. Some of them were richpilgrims, traveling in caravans with servants and camels, but most of thepeople making the pilgrimage were poorer than I.\"All who went there were happy at having done so. In two years he hadlearned everything about shepherding: he knew how to shear sheep, how tocare for pregnant ewes, and how to protect the sheep from wolves. I'm afraid that if mydream is realized, I'll have no reason to go on living.\"You dream about your sheep and the Pyramids, but you're different fromme, because you want to realize your dreams. About; . He had remembered that one of thecrystal merchant's suppliers transported his crystal by means of caravansthat crossed the desert. And better still to be alone with one's All his life and all his studieswere aimed at finding the one true language of the universe. If he sold just one of hissheep, he'd have enough to get to the other shore of the strait. He quickly pulled his hands away.\"I didn't come here to have you read my palm,\" he said, already regrettinghaving come. He had learned that there werecertain things one shouldn't ask about, so as not to flee from one's owndestiny. It prepares your spirit and your will, because there isone great truth on this planet: whoever you are, or whatever it is that youdo, when you really want something, it's because that desire originated inthe soul of the universe. The boy was becoming more and more convincedthat alchemy could be learned in one's daily life.\"Also,\" said the Englishman, \"the Philosopher's Stone has a fascinatingproperty. The Alchemist a novel by Paulo Coelho. Originally written in Portuguese, it became a widely translated international bestseller. \"When I'm eating, that's all I think about. But he knew that Salem wasn't in Andalusia. Although his new worldat the moment was just an empty marketplace, he had already seen it whenit was teeming with life, and he would never forget it. When the people saw thatstar shining in the morning sky, they knew they were on the right coursetoward water, palm trees, shelter, and other people. The lad wandered through the desert forforty days, and finally came upon a beautiful castle, high atop a mountain. In return, I needmoney to get to Egypt tomorrow.\"The merchant laughed. The Englishman had several suitcases filled with books.There was a babble of noise, and the leader had to repeat himself severaltimes for everyone to understand what he was saying.\"There are a lot of different people here, and each has his own God. And also by unhappiness, envy, and jealousy. It had caused him tohave the same dream for a second time, and it was causing him to feelanger toward his faithful companions. That he had attended aseminary until he was sixteen. In half an hour, he had cleaned all the glasses in the window, and,as he was doing so, two customers had entered the shop and bought somecrystal.When he had completed the cleaning, he asked the man for something toeat. These are good omens.\" But they couldnever have taught him Arabic.There are probably other things in the world that the sheep can't teach me,thought the boy as he regarded the old merchant. And both you and I needed to cleanse ourminds of negative thoughts.\"When they had eaten, the merchant turned to the boy and said, \"I'd like youto work in my shop. The book was written inSpanish. The ideafrightened him.\"Another dreamer,\" said the ticket seller to his assistant, watching the boywalk away. Paulo Coelho - The Alchemist Page 4 / 94The boy was surprised at his thoughts. I can learn something from the desert, too. The same book that taught me about Urimand Thummim. But she said nothing.\"Then, at the Egyptian pyramids,\"he said the last three words slowly, sothat the old woman would understand\"the child said to me, If you comehere, you will find a hidden treasure.' The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho Upgrade to A + Intro Plot Summary Summary & Analysis Themes Quotes Characters Symbols Theme Wheel Teachers and parents! That was his work.The gods should not have desires, because they don't have destinies. But he had thrown it with such force that it broke the stone it fellupon, and there, embedded in the broken stone, was the most beautifulemerald in the world.\"People learn, early in their lives, what is their reason for being,\" said the oldman, with a certain bitterness. But now, as the sun began to set, he was in a differentcountry, a stranger in a strange land, where he couldn't even speak thelanguage. 'The secret of happiness is to see all the marvels of the world,and never to forget the drops of oil on the spoon.' The miner was about to give it all up, right atthe point when, if he were to examine just one more stonejust one morehe would find his emerald. Only in that way would he be able to read the omens. \"There is a universal language, understood by everybody,but already forgotten. The Englishman had been profoundly impressedby the story. He recognized that he was feeling something he had neverexperienced before: the desire to live in one place forever. \"What kind of Arab are you?\"\"That's a good luck omen,\" the Englishman said, after the fat Arab had goneout. So he held out thebook to the manfor two reasons: first, that he, himself, wasn't sure how topronounce the title; and second, that if the old man didn't know how toread, he would probably feel ashamed and decide of his own accord tochange benches.\"Hmm\" said the old man, looking at all sides of the book, as if it weresome strange object. Other shops were opened that served tea in crystal, but they weren't atthe top of a hill, and they had little business.Eventually, the merchant had to hire two more employees. \"They are so used tome that they know my schedule,\" he muttered. The sheep were at the gates of the city, in a stable thatbelonged to a friend. The boyprodded them, one by one, with his crook, calling each by name. Heknew it would require a lot of patience, but shepherds know all aboutpatience. The dunes were changed constantlyby the wind, yet these were the same sands he had known since he was achild. Theywere conversing in Arabic, and the boy was proud of himself for being ableto do so. Santiago is a humble shepherd whose desires are . \"They're just a pile of stones. He knew that in thecaravan there was a man to whom he was to teach some of his secrets. He had come to the town only to find a woman who couldinterpret his dream. Africa was only a few hoursfrom Tarifa; one had only to cross the narrow straits by boat. The most important is to believe only in the one true God. ISBN 0-7225-3293-8. The Alchemist Summary Next Prologue In the Prologue, the alchemist reads a story about Narcissus a youth so fascinated by his own beautiful reflection that he falls into a lake and drowns. The roof had fallen in long ago, and anenormous sycamore had grown on the spot where the sacristy had oncestood.He decided to spend the night there. But wetwo have to live with our mistakes.\"That's true enough, the boy thought, ruefully.\"Why did you think we should have the display?\" He suggested that the boy look around the palace and return intwo hours.\" 'Meanwhile, I want to ask you to do something,' said the wise man,handing the boy a teaspoon that held two drops of oil. They trust me, and they've forgotten how to rely on theirown instincts, because I lead them to nourishment. It was the language of enthusiasm, of things accomplished with love Paulo Coelho, The Alchemist. He had seen kingsand beggars walking the desert sands. Thenthe two went off to have some more tea.\"I'm leaving today,\" said the boy. That's good. Theboy repeated his question.\"Why do you want to find that sort of person?\" the Arab asked.\"Because my friend here has traveled for many months in order to meet withhim,\" the boy said.\"If such a man is here at the oasis, he must be the very powerful one,\" saidthe old man after thinking for a few moments. They reminded him of the old man.\"When you want something, all the universe conspires in helping you toachieve it,\" he had said.The boy was trying to understand the truth of what the old man had said.There he was in the empty marketplace, without a cent to his name, andwith not a sheep to guard through the night. *The horizon was tinged with red, and suddenly the sun appeared. '\"Relieved, the boy picked up the spoon and returned to his exploration ofthe palace, this time observing all of the works of art on the ceilings and thewalls. Just by looking at them. The infidels had an evil look about them.Besides this, in the rush of his travels he had forgotten a detail, just onedetail, which could keep him from his treasure for a long time: only Arabicwas spoken in this country.The owner of the bar approached him, and the boy pointed to a drink thathad been served at the next table. But in the crystal shop you probably realized thateven the glasses were collaborating in your success.\"The boy thought about that for a while as he looked at the moon and thebleached sands. About; . I'm used to theway I am.\"The boy didn't know what to say. He was no longer a shepherd, and he had nothing, not even themoney to return and start everything over.All this happened between sunrise and sunset, the boy thought. Ashe did so, both of them pushed through a hole in the pouch and fell to theground. \"Thealchemists spent years in their laboratories, observing the fire that purifiedthe metals. He was planning, on this visit, to explain to the girl howit was that a simple shepherd knew how to read. A friend had told the boy about the shop, and he had taken hissheep there. He remembered something his grandfather had once toldhim: that butterflies were a good omen. pdf | Brahim EL FEZZAZI - Academia.edu Download Free PDF The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho. It was as if the world hadfallen silent because the boy's soul had. I could die happily, and that made me feel good.\"One day, the earth began to tremble, and the Nile overflowed its banks. The closer he got to therealization of his dream, the more difficult things became. Paulo Coelho - The Alchemist Page 13 / 94\"Well, he thought about that,\" the old man said. Like this book? \"If you start out by promising what youdon't even have yet, you'll lose your desire to work toward getting it.\"The boy told him that he had already promised to give one-tenth of histreasure to the Gypsy.\"Gypsies are experts at getting people to do that,\" sighed the old man. He remembered the smile of the candy seller,on his first day in Tangier, when he had nothing to eat and nowhere to gothat smile had also been like the old king's smile.It's almost as if he had been here and left his mark, he thought. That's what helpsme face these days that are all the same, these mute crystals on theshelves, and lunch and dinner at that same horrible caf? \"I'm like everyone elseI see theworld in terms of what I would like to see happen, not what actually does.\"He ran his fingers slowly over the stones, sensing their temperature andfeeling their surfaces. He haddecided, the night before, that he would be as much an adventurer as theones he had admired in books.He walked slowly through the market. The oldman was probably a Gypsy, too.But before the boy could say anything, the old man leaned over, picked upa stick, and began to write in the sand of the plaza. Therewere three hundred wells, fifty thousand date trees, and innumerablecolored tents spread among them.\"It looks like The Thousand and One Nights,\" said the Englishman, impatientto meet with the alchemist.They were surrounded by children, curious to look at the animals andpeople that were arriving. Neither the woman nor the old man were at allimpressed by the fact that he was a shepherd. I have been told that beauty is the great seducer ofmen.\"The merchant didn't respond, but that afternoon, after saying his prayersand closing the shop, he invited the boy to sit with him and share hishookah, that strange pipe used by the Arabs.\"What is it you're looking for?\" asked the old merchant.\"I've already told you. The men of the oasis wanted to know if they hadseen any fighting, and the women competed with one another for access tothe cloth and precious stones brought by the merchants. He owned a jacket, a book thathe could trade for another, and a flock of sheep. So he could not be hasty, nor impatient. \"You and I aren't like Hassan, that richmerchant. But instead of being saddened, he was happy. Swear that you will give me one-tenth of your treasurein exchange for what I am going to tell you.\"The shepherd swore that he would. There are thousands of kilometers ofdesert between here and there.\"There was a moment of silence so profound that it seemed the city was But all he foundwas the heavy book, his jacket, and the two stones the old man had givenhim.As he looked at the stones, he felt relieved for some reason. Sonow I'm a camel driver. *The times rush past, and so do the caravans, thought the alchemist, as hewatched the hundreds of people and animals arriving at the oasis. He had said that it was a goodthing for the boy to clean the crystal pieces, so that he could free himselffrom negative thoughts. \"I'm doing much better, and soon you'll be able to return to your sheep.Why ask more out of life?\"\"Because we have to respond to omens,\" the boy said, almost withoutmeaning to; then he regretted what he had said, because the merchant hadnever met the king.\"It's called the principle of favorability, beginner's luck. When you play cards the first time, you are almost sure to win.Beginner's luck.\"\"Why is that?\"\"Because there is a force that wants you to realize your destiny; it whetsyour appetite with a taste of success.\"Then the old man began to inspect the sheep, and he saw that one waslame. And he knew that shepherds, likeseamen and like traveling salesmen, always found a town where there wassomeone who could make them forget the joys of carefree wandering.The day was dawning, and the shepherd urged his sheep in the direction ofthe sun. The treasure was now nothing but a painful memory, andhe tried to avoid thinking about it.\"I don't know anyone around here who would want to cross the desert justto see the Pyramids,\" said the merchant. Each was swearing quietly to his orher own God. When someone sees thesame people every day, as had happened with him at the seminary, theywind up becoming a part of that person's life. He took Urim and Thummim fromhis pocket, and began playing with them.The stranger shouted, \"Urim and Thummim!\"In a flash the boy put them back in his pocket.\"They're not for sale,\" he said.\"They're not worth much,\" the Englishman answered. Struggling with distance learning? But then he remembered that he wasn't going to have topay anything.\"I didn't need to waste my time just for this,\" he said.\"I told you that your dream was a difficult one. There areother things I do, too, but most of the time people don't realize I've donethem.\"The old man related that, the week before, he had been forced to appearbefore a miner, and had taken the form of a stone. Even the guides spoke very little to one another.\"I've crossed these sands many times,\" said one of the camel drivers onenight. Paulo Coelho - The Alchemist Page 43 / 94He also said that this was not just a human gift, that everything on the faceof the earth had a soul, whether mineral, vegetable, or animalor even justa simple thought.\"Everything on earth is being continuously transformed, because the earth isalive and it has a soul. He seemed unfriendly, andhad looked irritated when the boy had entered. The group was to remain there atthe oasis until the conflict between the tribes was over. He was more confident in himself, though, andfelt as though he could conquer the world.\"But I'm going back to the fields that I know, to take care of my flockagain.\" He said that to himself with certainty, but he was no longer happywith his decision. But, just before lunchtime, a boy stopped in front of the shop.He was dressed normally, but the practiced eyes of the crystal merchantcould see that the boy had no money to spend. Find out who it is who cures the people's illnesses!\"Several women dressed in black came to the well for water, but the boywould speak to none of them, despite the Englishman's insistence. This Soul of the World allowedthem to understand anything on the face of the earth, because it was thelanguage with which all things communicated. *\"I'm the king of Salem,\" the old man had said.\"Why would a king be talking with a shepherd?\" the boy asked, awed andembarrassed.\"For several reasons. A huge wooden cross. But that's the way it is.\"The boy reminded the old man that he had said something about hiddentreasure. But let's say that the most important is that you have He really was aking, a wise king.The hills of Andalusia were only two hours away, but there was an entiredesert between him and the Pyramids. When he had finished his smoke,he reached into one of his pockets, and sat there for a few moments,regarding what he had withdrawn.It was a bundle of money. Idon't like people to do that, because the sheep are afraid of strangers. Or marry the daughter of a textilemerchant?\"\"Yes, or even search for treasure. I know good crystal from bad, andeverything else there is to know about crystal. Paulo Coelho - The Alchemist Page 36 / 94an alchemist. By the time he had hadenough of the sea, he would already have known other cities, other women,and other chances to be happy. There, in front of him, where the small starshad been the night before, was an endless row of date palms, stretchingacross the entire desert.\"We've done it!\" said the Englishman, who had also awakened early.But the boy was quiet. Video An illustration of an audio speaker. And joining this caravan may havebeen my decision, but where it goes is going to be a mystery to me.Nearby was the Englishman, reading a book. Who knows,maybe they had failed to discover the secret of the Master WorkthePhilosopher's Stoneand for this reason kept their knowledge tothemselves.He had already spent much of the fortune left to him by his father, fruitlesslyseeking the Philosopher's Stone. \"The Koran requires me tofeed a hungry person.\"\"Well then, why did you let me do it?\" the boy asked.\"Because the crystal was dirty. \"Why are you telling me all this?\"\"Because you are trying to realize your destiny. There were oases throughout the desert, but the tribesmen foughtin the desert, leaving the oases as places of refuge.With some difficulty, the leader of the caravan brought all his peopletogether and gave them his instructions. \"I dreamed that I was in a fieldwith my sheep, when a child appeared and began to play with the animals. This is aport, and every port has its thieves.\"The boy trusted his new friend. His hands began to tremble, and thewoman sensed it. Capture a web page as it appears now for use as a trusted citation in the future. But use them to buy your flock. He always enjoyed seeing the happiness that the travelersexperienced when, after weeks of yellow sand and blue sky, they first sawthe green of the date palms. The boy's verypresence in the shop was an omen, and, as time passed and money waspouring into the cash drawer, he had no regrets about having hired the boy.The boy was being paid more money than he deserved, because themerchant, thinking that sales wouldn't amount to much, had offered the boya high commission rate. Theboy felt ill and terribly alone. \"I have the money I need to buy my sheep.And you have the money you need to go to Mecca.\"The old man said nothing.\"Will you give me your blessing?\" asked the boy. Thinking about that for amoment, he realized that it could be the other way around: that it was hewho had become accustomed to their schedule.But there were certain of them who took a bit longer to awaken. It was a pleasant changefrom talking to his sheep. Theywent in to drink the tea, which was served in beautiful crystal glasses.\"My wife never thought of this,\" said one, and he bought some crystalhewas entertaining guests that night, and the guests would be impressed bythe beauty of the glassware. He continued to look at the beautiful sword for a bit longer, untilhe summoned the courage to turn around.All around him was the market, with people coming and going, shouting andbuying, and the aroma of strange foods but nowhere could he find hisnew companion. People continued to comeand go from the baker's shop. But hedecided first to buy his bakery and put some money aside. That he wanted to travel. Likeeating or sleeping, or like seeking love or finding a job. As he read on, an old man sat down at his side andtried to strike up a conversation.\"What are they doing?\" the old man asked, pointing at the people in theplaza.\"Working,\" the boy answered dryly, making it look as if he wanted toconcentrate on his reading.Actually, he was thinking about shearing his sheep in front of themerchant's daughter, so that she could see that he was someone who wascapable of doing difficult things. He had lived thirty years of his lifebuying and selling crystal pieces, and now it was too late to do anythingelse.He spent the entire morning observing the infrequent comings and goings inthe street. They don't see that the fields are new and the seasonschange. Hethought that, with some patience, he'd be able to transform everything intogold. His newfriend pushed the owner aside, and pulled the boy outside with him. He canceled all hiscommitments and pulled together the most important of his books, and nowhere he was, sitting inside a dusty, smelly warehouse. \"Follow the omens.\"The boy picked up Urim and Thummim, and, once again, had the strangesensation that the old king was nearby. The boy had noticed that the Englishman was irritable, and missed hisbooks.\"So that those who have the responsibility for understanding canunderstand,\" he said. If he were to tire of the Andalusianfields, he could sell his sheep and go to sea. As achild, the boy had always been frightened to death that he would becaptured by Gypsies, and this childhood fear returned when the old womantook his hands in hers.But she has the Sacred Heart of Jesus there, he thought, trying to reassurehimself. Paulo Coelho - The Alchemist Page 42 / 94windstorms, and told stories about the desert.At other times, mysterious, hooded men would appear; they were Bedouinswho did surveillance along the caravan route. He thought that the horizon was a bitlower than it had been, because he seemed to see stars on the desert itself.\"It's the oasis,\" said the camel driver.\"Well, why don't we go there right now?\" the boy asked.\"Because we have to sleep.\" * But theonly God I serve is Allah, and in his name I swear that I will do everythingpossible once again to win out over the desert. As the time passed, the boy found himself wishing that theday would never end, that her father would stay busy and keep him waitingfor three days. He had worked hard for a year, andthe omens were that it was time to go.I'm going to go back to doing just what I did before, the boy thought. \"I've seen how the guides readthe signs of the desert, and how the soul of the caravan speaks to the soulof the desert.\"The Englishman said, \"I'd better pay more attention to the caravan.\"\"And I'd better read your books,\" said the boy. First he hadstudied Esperanto, then the world's religions, and now it was alchemy. '\"The boy was embarrassed, and confessed that he had observed nothing.His only concern had been not to spill the oil that the wise man hadentrusted to him.\" 'Then go back and observe the marvels of my world,' said the wise man. \"I'm herebecause a friend of mine heard of an Arab who\"But the caravan began to move, and it was impossible to hear what theEnglishman was saying. One afternoon, on a visit to his family,he had summoned up the courage to tell his father that he didn't want tobecome a priest. With a movement that was too quick for someone his age, the mancovered whatever it was with his cape. Along the way, he learns to listen to his heart and, more importantly, realizes that his dreams, or his Personal Legend, are not just his but part of the Soul of the Universe. But maybe I'llnever have another chance to get to the Pyramids in Egypt. That's why I feel that I deserve a part ofwhat you find.\"And this is my interpretation: you must go to the Pyramids in Egypt. Perhaps to a baker, or to another shepherd who could read andcould tell her exciting storiesafter all, he probably wasn't the only one. \"I have watched the caravan as it crossed the desert,\" hesaid. The alchemist saw the tribal chiefs greet the leader of thecaravan, and converse with him at length.But none of that mattered to the alchemist. He was going to be able to save thelittle money he had because of a dream about hidden treasure!\"Well, interpret the dream,\" he said.\"First, swear to me. \"There are rumors of tribal wars,\" he told them.The three fell silent. His heart squeezed, as if his chest had suddenlycompressed it. But that's the way life is with sheep and Paulo Coelho's masterpiece tells the mystical story of Santiago, an Andalusian shepherd boy who yearns . "I'm like everyone else-I see the world in terms of what I would like to see happen, not what actually does.". Before you came, I was thinkingabout how much time I had wasted in the same place, while my friends hadmoved on, and either went bankrupt or did better than they had before. In some places, the ground was covered with the salt of dried-up lakes. \"The caravan and the desert speak the same language, and it's forthat reason that the desert allows the crossing.

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