The Alchemist PDF by Paulo Coelho

Here the book The Alchemist PDF free by Paulo Coelho

This book tells the story of a young Andalusian shepherd who one day left his flock of sheep to embark on a journey in which he learned to listen to his heart and decipher a language that is beyond words.

It reminds us of the inability that people have to choose their own destiny. He tells us about the personal legend that each person has. Living the personal legend is the reason to live. And when you want something, the entire Universe conspires to make you realize your wish, your dream.

The young shepherd travels in search of his hidden treasure following the signs. God wrote in the world the path that each man must follow. You just have to read what He wrote for each of us.

The Alchemist is compared to other books known as The Little Prince or Juan Salvador Gaviota. With this journey through the desert sands, Paulo Coelho creates a beautiful and revealing symbol of life, man and his dreams.

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It sounded like a Gypsy prayer. The boy had already had experience on the road with Gypsies; they
also traveled, but they had no flocks of sheep. People said that Gypsies spent their lives tricking others. It
was also said that they had a pact with the devil, and that they kidnapped children and, taking them away
to their mysterious camps, made them their slaves. As a child, the boy had always been frightened to
death that he would be captured by Gypsies, and this childhood fear returned when the old woman took
his hands in hers.

But she has the Sacred Heart of Jesus there, he thought, trying to reassure himself. He didn’t want his
hand to begin trembling, showing the old woman that he was fearful. He recited an Our Father silently.
«Very interesting,» said the woman, never taking her eyes from the boy’s hands, and then she fell silent.
The boy was becoming nervous. His hands began to tremble, and the woman sensed it. He quickly
pulled his hands away.

«I didn’t come here to have you read my palm,» he said, already regretting having come. He thought for a
moment that it would be better to pay her fee and leave without learning a thing, that he was giving too
much importance to his recurrent dream.

«You came so that you could learn about your dreams,» said the old woman. «And dreams are the
language of God. When he speaks in our language, I can interpret what he has said. But if he speaks in
the language of the soul, it is only you who can understand. But, whichever it is, I’m going to charge you
for the consultation.»