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| <h6>Author</h6> | ||
| <h1>Paulo Coelho</h1> | ||
| <h6>Brazilian lyricist</h6> | ||
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| The boy took them to the cliff where he had been on the | ||
| previous day. He told them all to be seated. | ||
| “It’s going to take awhile,” the boy said. | ||
| “We’re in no hurry,” the chief answered. “We are men of the | ||
| desert.” | ||
| The boy looked out at the horizon. There were mountains in the | ||
| distance. And there were dunes, rocks, and plants that insisted on | ||
| living where survival seemed impossible. There was the desert that | ||
| he had wandered for so many months; despite all that time, he knew | ||
| only a small part of it. Within that small part, he had found an | ||
| Englishman, caravans, tribal wars, and an oasis with fifty thousand | ||
| palm trees and three hundred wells. | ||
| “What do you want here today?” the desert asked him. “Didn’t | ||
| you spend enough time looking at me yesterday?” | ||
| “Somewhere you are holding the person I love,” the boy said. | ||
| “So, when I look out over your sands, I am also looking at her. I want | ||
| to return to her, and I need your help so that I can turn myself into | ||
| the wind.” | ||
| “What is love?” the desert asked. | ||
| “Love is the falcon’s flight over your sands. Because for him, you | ||
| are a green field, from which he always returns with game. He | ||
| knows your rocks, your dunes, and your mountains, and you are | ||
| generous to him.” | ||
| “The falcon’s beak carries bits of me, myself,” the desert said. | ||
| “For years, I care for his game, feeding it with the little water that I | ||
| have, and then I show him where the game is. And, one day, as I | ||
| enjoy the fact that his game thrives on my surface, the falcon dives | ||
| out of the sky, and takes away what I’ve created.” | ||
| “But that’s why you created the game in the first place,” the boy | ||
| answered. “To nourish the falcon. And the falcon then nourishes | ||
| man. And, eventually, man will nourish your sands, where the game | ||
| will once again flourish. That’s how the world goes.” | ||
| “So is that what love is?” | ||
| “Yes, that’s what love is. It’s what makes the game become the | ||
| falcon, the falcon become man, and man, in his turn, the desert. It’s | ||
| what turns lead into gold, and makes the gold return to the earth.” | ||
| “I don’t understand what you’re talking about,” the desert said. | ||
| “But you can at least understand that somewhere in your sands | ||
| there is a woman waiting for me. And that’s why I have to turn | ||
| myself into the wind.” | ||
| The desert didn’t answer him for a few moments. | ||
| Then it told him, “I’ll give you my sands to help the wind to blow, | ||
| but, alone, I can’t do anything. You have to ask for help from the | ||
| wind.” | ||
| A breeze began to blow. The tribesmen watched the boy from a | ||
| distance, talking among themselves in a language that the boy | ||
| couldn’t understand. | ||
| The alchemist smiled. | ||
| The wind approached the boy and touched his face. It knew of | ||
| the boy’s talk with the desert, because the winds know everything. | ||
| They blow across the world without a birthplace, and with no place | ||
| to die. | ||
| “Help me,” the boy said. “One day you carried the voice of my | ||
| loved one to me.” | ||
| “Who taught you to speak the language of the desert and the | ||
| wind?” | ||
| “My heart,” the boy answered. | ||
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