The Alchemist

The Alchemist 

By: Paulo Coelho

The boy’s name wasSantiago. Dusk was falling as the boy arrived with his herd at an abandoned church. The roof had fallen in long ago, and an enormous sycamore had grown on the spot where the sacristy had once stood. He decided to spend the night there. He saw to it that all the sheep entered through the ruined gate, and then laid some planks across it to prevent the flock from wandering away during the night. There were no wolves in the region, but once an animal had strayed during the night, and the boy had had to spend the entire next day searching for it. He swept the floor with his jacket and lay down, using the book he had just finished reading as a pillow. He told himself that he would have to start reading thicker books: they lasted longer, and made more comfortable pillows. It was still dark when he awoke, and, looking up, he could see the stars through the half-destroyed roof. [download]

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By The River Piedra I Sat Down And Wept

By The River Piedra I Sat Down And Wept 

By: Paulo Coelho

By the river Piedra I sat down and wept. There is a legend that everything that falls into the waters of this river leaves, insects, the feathers of birds is transformed into the rocks that make the riverbed. If only I could tear out my heart and hurl it into the current, then my pain and longing would be over, and I could finally forget. By the river Piedra I sat down and wept. The winter air chills the tears on my cheeks, and my tears fall into the cold waters that course past me. Somewhere, this river joins another, then another, until far from my heart and sight all of them merge with the sea. May my tears run just as far, that my love might never know that one day I cried for him. May my tears run just as far, that I might forget the River Piedra, the monastery, the church in the Pyrenees, the mists, and the paths we walked together. [download]

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The Devil and Miss Prym

The Devil and Miss Prym

By: Paulo Coelho

For almost fifteen years, old Berta had spent every day sitting outside her front door. The people of Viscos knew that this was normal behaviour amongst old people: they sit dreaming of the past and of their youth; they look out at a world in which they no longer play a part and try to find something to talk to the neighbours about. Berta, however, had a reason for being there. And that morning her waiting came to an end when she saw the stranger climbing the steep hill up to the village, heading for its one hotel. He did not look as she had so often imagined he would: his clothes were shabby, he wore his hair unfashionably long, he was unshaven. And he was accompanied by the Devil. ‘My husband’s right,’ she said to herself. ‘If I hadn’t been here, no one would have noticed.’. [download]

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The Zahir

The Zahir

By: Paulo Coelho

Her name is Esther; she is a war correspondent who has just returned from Iraq because of the imminent invasion of that country; she is thirty years old, married, without children. He is an unidentified male, between twenty-three and twenty-five years old, with dark, Mongolian features. The two were last seen in a café on the Rue du Faubourg St.Honoré. The police were told that they had met before, although no one knew how often: Esther had always said that the man who concealed his true identity behind the name Mikhail was someone very important, although she had never explained whether he was important for her career as a journalist or for her as a woman. The police began a formal investigation. Various theories were put forward kidnapping, blackmail, a kidnapping that had ended in murder none of which were beyond the bounds of possibility given that, in her search for information, her work brought her into frequent contact with people who had links with terrorist cells. [download]

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The Witch of Portobello

The Witch of Portobello

By: Paulo Coelho

No one lights a lamp in order to hide it behind the door: the purpose of light is to create more light, to open people’s eyes, to reveal the marvels around. No one sacrifices the most important thing she possesses: love. No one places her dreams in the hands of those who might destroy them. No one, that is, but Athena. A long time after Athena’s death, her former teacher asked me to go with her to the town of Prestonpans in Scotland. There, taking advantage of certain ancient feudal powers which were due to be abolished the following month, the town had granted official pardons to 81 people  and their cats who were executed in the sixteenth and seventeenth centuries for practising witchcraft. [download]

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The Valkyries

The Valkyries

By: Paulo Coelho

THEY HAD BEEN DRIVING FOR ALMOST SIX HOURS. FOR THE hundredth time, he asked the woman at his side if they were on the right road. For the hundredth time, she looked at the map. Yes, they were going the right way, even though their surroundings were green, and a river ran nearby, and there were trees along the road. “I think we should stop at a gas station and check,” she said. They drove on without speaking, listening to old songs on the radio. Chris knew that it wasn’t necessary to stop at a gas station, because they were on the right road even if the scenery around them was completely different from what they had expected. But she knew her husband well. Paulo was nervous and uncertain, thinking that she was misreading the map. He would feel better if they stopped and asked. “What are we doing here?” “I have a task to perform,” he answered. “Strange task,” she said. [download]

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The Alchemist

The Alchemist

Penulis: Paolo Coehlo

Alkemis itu mengambil buku yang dibawa seseorang dalam caravan. Membuka buku halamannya, dia menemukan sebuah kisah tentang Narcissus.Alkemis itu sudah tahu tentang legenda Narcissus, seorang muda yang setiap hari berlutut di dekat sebuah danau untuk mengagumi keindahannya sendiri. Ia begitu terpesona oleh dirinya hingga suatu pagi, ia jatuh ke dalam danau itu dan tenggelam. Ketika Narcissus mati, dewi-dewi hutan muncul dan mendapati danau itu, yang semula berupa air segar, telah berubah menjadi danau  airmata yang asin. “Mengapa engkau menagis?” Tanya dewi-dewi itu. “Aku menangisi, Narcissus,” jawab danau. Di titik tempat jatuhnya itu, tumbuh sekuntum bunga, yang dinamakan Narcisus. [download]

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