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<h6>Author</h6> | ||
<h1>Paulo Coelho</h1> | ||
<h6>Brazilian lyricist</h6> | ||
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“‘Well, there is only one piece of advice I can give you,’ said the | ||
wisest of wise men. ‘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 shepherd said nothing. He had understood the story the old | ||
king had told him. A shepherd may like to travel, but he should | ||
never forget about his sheep. | ||
The old man looked at the boy and, with his hands held together, | ||
made several strange gestures over the boy’s head. Then, taking his | ||
sheep, he walked away. | ||
AT THE HIGHEST POINT IN TARIFA THERE IS AN OLD FORT, built by the | ||
Moors. From atop its walls, one can catch a glimpse of Africa. | ||
Melchizedek, the king of Salem, sat on the wall of the fort that | ||
afternoon, and felt the levanter blowing in his face. The sheep | ||
fidgeted nearby, uneasy with their new owner and excited by so | ||
much change. All they wanted was food and water. | ||
Melchizedek watched a small ship that was plowing its way out | ||
of the port. He would never again see the boy, just as he had never | ||
seen Abraham again after having charged him his one-tenth fee. | ||
That was his work. | ||
The gods should not have desires, because they don’t have | ||
Personal Legends. But the king of Salem hoped desperately that the | ||
boy would be successful. | ||
It’s too bad that he’s quickly going to forget my name, he | ||
thought. I should have repeated it for him. Then when he spoke | ||
about me he would say that I am Melchizedek, the king of Salem. | ||
He looked to the skies, feeling a bit abashed, and said, “I know | ||
it’s the vanity of vanities, as you said, my Lord. But an old king | ||
sometimes has to take some pride in himself.” | ||
HOW STRANGE AFRICA IS, THOUGHT THE BOY. | ||
He was sitting in a bar very much like the other bars he had seen | ||
along the narrow streets of Tangier. Some men were smoking from | ||
a gigantic pipe that they passed from one to the other. In just a few | ||
hours he had seen men walking hand in hand, women with their | ||
faces covered, and priests that climbed to the tops of towers and | ||
chanted—as everyone about him went to their knees and placed | ||
their foreheads on the ground. | ||
“A practice of infidels,” he said to himself. As a child in church, he | ||
had always looked at the image of Saint Santiago Matamoros on his | ||
white horse, his sword unsheathed, and figures such as these | ||
kneeling at his feet. The boy felt ill and terribly alone. The infidels | ||
had an evil look about them. | ||
Besides this, in the rush of his travels he had forgotten a detail, | ||
just one detail, which could keep him from his treasure for a long | ||
time: only Arabic was spoken in this country. | ||
The owner of the bar approached him, and the boy pointed to a | ||
drink that had been served at the next table. It turned out to be a | ||
bitter tea. The boy preferred wine. | ||
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