Archives for August 2007

The male monkey and the female monkey have an argument

By Paulo Coelho

The male monkey and the female monkey were sitting on the branch of a tree watching the sunset. At one point, she said:

‘What makes the sky change colour when the sun reaches the horizon?’

‘If we tried to explain everything, we wouldn’t be able to live,’ replied the male monkey.

‘Just sit quietly and let this romantic sunset fill our hearts with gladness.’
The female monkey grew angry.

‘You’re so primitive and superstitious. You’re not interested in logic any more, you just want to enjoy life.’

At that moment, a centipede happened to be walking past.

‘Centipede!’ called the male monkey. ‘How do you manage to move all those legs of yours in such perfect harmony?’

‘I’ve never really thought about it,’ came the reply.

‘Well, think about it! My wife would like an explanation!’

The centipede looked at its legs and began:

‘Well…first I move this muscle, no, no I don’t, first, I have to sway my body in this direction…’

The centipede spent half an hour trying to explain how it moved its legs, and the harder it tried, the more confused it became. Wanting to continue on its way, it found it could no longer walk.

‘See what you’ve done?’ it cried out in despair. ‘In my eagerness to explain how I work, I’ve forgotten how to move.’

‘Now do you see what happens when someone tries to explain everything?’ said the male monkey, turning to enjoy the sunset in silence.

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The Dead Man Wore Pyjamas

Recently, I was reading Like the Flowing River, by Paulo Coelho. True, there were many thought provoking stories in the book, but there was one titled “The Dead Man Wore Pyjamas”, which jolted me the most…

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Reading The witch of Portobello

I have just finished Paulo Coelho’s latest novel, the Witch of Portobello. As same as his other books, it is about love, passion, dream, joy…

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To my friends in Myspace

By Paulo Coelho

I would like to thank each and every myspace friend who left a comment yesterday. Let me write a few lines on how did I spent my birthdayOn the eve (23/08)

I drove to Lourdes at 11:15 PM, so I could be in front of the grotto at 00:05 AM and pray for everything that happened in my life in the past, and ask Her protection for the future. I was surprised to see how connected I was with the Spiritual Energy (it is not always like this). On the other hand, as there were only my wife and I, I felt a bittle lonely, and I told her my feelings.

“It was your choice” she answered. Indeed, it was my choice,. I said earlier I had a fantastic birthday party in March 19, with friends and readers. Still, I was feeling alone, saying to myself that I made the wrong choice. I met many celebrities in my life and, believe it or not, they all have this strange sensation: loneliness.

On my way back to the grotto I put the mobile on, and it rang. It was Monica, my friend and my agent. Arriving at home, at 1:00 AM, there was the birthday cake, more phone calls, a quick chat with a friend (Rosa de los Vientos).

And when I woke up, I knew that there were no reason to feel alone. I don’t need to elaborate, as you can guess (calls, flowers, etc). I walked for 1 hr. in the Road to Santiago (it is 30 kms from here), then back to work, talking to people, a chat with my Brazilian readers, etc. But I would like to talk here to to myspace friends.

I could not moderate the comments during the day, so I asked Paula (the first thumbnail on my top friends, and my assistant) to do this. She was impressed. She did it again at 7:00 PM, and I myself did it at 11:00 PM. We got over 500 messages, all of them approved (if you sent a message, you will see it on the first 10 pages of comments). If you consider that I have currently 5.000 friends, at least 10% wrote.

At 1:00 AM today, I start reading all of them. Nika made a youtube card from Facebook friends, Susana sent a slide show of her daughter drawing my t-shirt, Marcia also made a slide show (they are also in my blog this weekend: ). Other readers and friends sent me words of love. Thank you very much. You are part of my life, and this is so important, you cannot imagine.

As you can see in my favorite books, “The Prophet” is one of them. So I would like to ask Gibran to express what I feel:

“Your friend is your needs answered.

He is your field which you sow with love and reap with thanksgiving.

And he is your board and your fireside.

For you come to him with your hunger, and you seek him for peace.

When your friend speaks his mind you fear not the “nay” in your own mind, nor do you withhold the “ay.”

And when he is silent your heart ceases not to listen to his heart;

For without words, in friendship, all thoughts, all desires, all expectations are born and shared, with joy that is unacclaimed.

When you part from your friend, you grieve not;

For that which you love most in him may be clearer in his absence, as the mountain to the climber is clearer from the plain.

And let there be no purpose in friendship save the deepening of the spirit.

For love that seeks aught but the disclosure of its own mystery is not love but a net cast forth: and only the unprofitable is caught.

And let your best be for your friend.

If he must know the ebb of your tide, let him know its flood also.

For what is your friend that you should seek him with hours to kill?

Seek him always with hours to live.

For it is his to fill your need, but not your emptiness.

And in the sweetness of friendship let there be laughter, and sharing of pleasures.

For in the dew of little things the heart finds its morning and is refreshed.”

Love to you all


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Slide Show from Marcia Nascimento

My birthday gift

Ok, it is not every year that we can celebrate our 60th birthday! How will I spend it?
My birthday party was in March 19th, when I invited 10 readers from my blog to join my friends. We had a fantastic time together, most of them are now in my top friends list here (like Nika, Clara, Mariam, Rosa de los Vientos), and I am glad that I could do this. If you would like to have a look on the party, please go to my Photoblog.
However, we still celebrate our birthday in the day that we are born. I will go to Lourdes (close to St. Martin) at 00:05, the hour that I was born. Then, back to sleep, and have a normal day.
Why am I writing this?
Because I would like also to bring your attention to 430 children that need our help. The PAULO COELHO Institute is a non-profit-making institution financed exclusively by the author’s royalties. The main idea is not to be a charity, but to give opportunities to the underprivileged and ostracized members of Brazilian society. Thus, the Institute concentrates its funds on:
a) Children
b) The elderly
At present, the PAULO COELHO Institute provides financial support to Creche Escola Meninos da Luz, Lar Paulo de Tarso (in the Paví£o-Paví£ozinho favela, Rio de Janeiro : ), that looks after these 430 children. In 1996 we started with 80 children, and we could go up to this number, but it is not easy.
If you live in Brazil, you can get in touch with Isabella de Moraes or Yolanda de Moraes Rego, phone numbers (5521) 2522-9524, 2247-0810 or 2247-8145 . I am always complaining that they spend too much, but they are warriors, the real warriors behind the project. They know what they need – even if I think they don’t need! But they are honest and reliable, and at the end I have to agree.
That said a great birthday gift would be a donation to Lar Paulo de Tarso. Here is the necessary information for sending the donation:
Solar Meninos de Luz
Rua Saint Roman, 149 – Copacabana
22071-060 – Rio de Janeiro – RJ Brasil
Depósito bancário/DOC/TED (para brasileiros)
Lar Paulo de Tarso
Banco 341/Itaú – Agíªncia 0269 – Conta-corrente 44924-5
CNPJ 29.274.131/0001-49
Money Order from out of Brazil
To Lar Paulo de Tarso
Bank/Banco: 341/Itaú
Agency: 0269-5/Rio Posto Seis
Adress: Rua Nossa Senhora de Copacabana, 1220 – Copacabana – Rio de Janeiro – RJ – CEP 22060-000
Account nº: 44924-5
CNPJ: 29.274.131/0001-49
If you have Google Earth installed in your computer, type
Rua Saint Roman 149, Rio de Janeiro 22071, RJ, Brasil
and you will see the favela Pavao-Pavaozinho (the houses scattered by the hill)
If you ever decide to send any donation, please write to Isabella ( [email protected] ) just for her to be sure that the money is not lost on its way.
Thank you for any support you may give us. Thanks on behalf of these warriors, Isabella and Yolanda. Thank you on behalf of these 430 children. Thank you on behalf of my country, for the difference you can make.

Never regret anything!

A Warrior of Light Is Reliable by lorna li

I really enjoy Paulo Coelho’s Manual of the Warrior of Light. It’s one of those books I can open randomly to any page, and what I find is exactly what I need to reflect upon at that moment.
Sometimes I wonder if my crusading to save the world, the rainforest, indigenous cultures, ancient wisdom traditions is more talk than walk. I’m certain at times it is. Other times, I collapse in exhaustion, complaining that there simply aren’t enough hours in the day. I feel most guilty when I slow down my pace in order to take some much needed rest, reflect or create some clearer mental space – which means I’m not working on something, not actively producing. It’s those moments when I feel like I’m all talk, no action.
I think it’s really important to take a step back and honor ourselves as activists, to forgive ourselves for not being able to work around the clock. It’s OK to be talking a little more than walking once in a while.
So here’s the quote of the day from the Manual of the Warrior of Light:
Please visit Lorno’s blog : Green 2.0 to read quotes from Manual of the Warrior of Light and talk with her.

“The Alchemist” By Paulo Coelho

The Alchemist was recommended to me by an employee at Barnes & Noble after I asked the name of the man who wrote The Celestine Prophecy. He said if I liked insightful books I would love The Alchemist. So I bought it. I was, however, slightly disappointed. The book was okay. It definitely presented some interesting ideas, but they didn’t get me anywhere near as excited as The Celestine Prophecy.
Here are some of the lines that I found interesting:
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An Alchemist’s Pilgrimage By Khatchig Mouradian

Best-Selling Author Paulo Coelho’s Journey Among the Armenians
“This book, telling the story of a shepherd boy named Santiago, is about following your dreams,” said my Chinese friend.
“Its message is powerful and simple: If you really believe in something, the whole universe conspires with you to achieve it. Take it to Beirut with you and read it,” she continued.
Thousands of miles away from home, I was being offered a book I had on my own bookshelf, but had never read. Thus, on September 10, 2000, in Shenyang, China, my story with The Alchemist had begun.
As I was reading the book on the plane on my way back, I felt I could easily relate to the message of the novel: We had to go to far away lands, sometimes, to find treasures hidden in our backyard.
“I will translate this book to Armenian one day,” I thought, as the captain was announcing our arrival at the Beirut International Airport.
In October 2003, I started interviewing writers …
This article is written by Khatchig Mouradian @ The Armenian Weekly. You can visit the journalist blog : Paulo Coelho in Armenia to read more articles about the story of Coelho’s pilgrimage to Armenia.

Read This: ‘The Witch of Portobello’

Like his other novels, Coelho’s latest is an incredibly beautiful read about a woman born in Transylvania to a Gypsy mother and who’s later adopted by a wealthy Lebanese couple.
As a child, Sherine Khalil renames herself Athena. She shows a strong religious vocation and reports seeing angels and saints, which impresses and worries her parents.
As the book begins, Athena is dead. How she ended up that way creates the intrigue that attempts to sustain the book.
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Convení§í£o dos feridos por amor

IN ELGLISH CLICK HERE>> Convention for those wounded in love
ESPANOL CLICAR AQUI: Convención de los heridos de amor


Disposií§íµes gerais :

A – Em se considerando que está absolutamente correto o ditado “tudo vale no amor e na guerra”;

B – Em se considerando que na guerra temos a Convení§í£o de Genebra, adotada em 22 de agosto de 1864, determinando como os feridos em campo de batalha devem ser tratados, ao passo que nenhuma convení§í£o foi promulgada até hoje com relaí§í£o aos feridos de amor, que sí£o em muito maior número;

Fica decretado que:

Art. 1 – todos os amantes, de qualquer sexo, ficam alertados que o amor, além de ser uma bení§í£o, é algo também extremamente perigoso, imprevisí­vel, capaz de acarretar danos sérios. Conseqüentemente, quem se propíµe a amar, deve saber que está expondo seu corpo e sua alma a vários tipos de ferimentos, e ní£o poderá culpar seu parceiro em nenhum momento, já que o risco é o mesmo para ambos.

Art. 2 – Uma vez sendo atingido por uma flecha perdida do arco de Cupido, deve em seguida solicitar ao arqueiro que atire a mesma flecha na direí§í£o contrária, de modo a ní£o se submeter ao ferimento conhecido como “amor ní£o correspondido”. Caso Cupido recuse tal gesto, a Convení§í£o ora sendo promulgada exige do ferido que imediatamente retire a flecha do seu coraí§í£o e a jogue no lixo. Para conseguir tal feito, deve evitar telefonemas, mensagens por internet, remessa de flores que terminam sendo devolvidas, ou todo ou qualquer meio de seduí§í£o, já que os mesmos podem dar resultados a curto prazo, mas sempre terminam dando errado com o passar do tempo. A Convení§í£o decreta que o ferido deve imediatamente procurar a companhia de outras pessoas, tentando controlar o pensamento obsessivo “vale a pena lutar por esta pessoa”.

Art. 3 – Caso o ferimento venha de terceiros, ou seja, o ser amado interessou-se por alguém que ní£o estava no roteiro previamente estabelecido, fica expressamente proibida a vinganí§a. Neste caso, é permitido o uso de lágrimas até que os olhos sequem, alguns socos na parede ou no travesseiro, conversas com amigos onde pode-se insultar o antigo(a) companheiro(a), alegar sua completa falta de gosto, mas sem difamar sua honra. A Convení§í£o determina que seja também aplicada a regra do Art. 2: procurar a companhia de outras pessoas, preferivelmente em lugares diferentes dos freqüentados pela outra parte.

Art. 4 – Em ferimentos leves, aqui classificados como pequenas traií§íµes, paixíµes fulminantes que ní£o duram muito, desinteresse sexual passageiro, deve-se aplicar com generosidade e rapidez o medicamento chamado Perdí£o. Uma vez este medicamento aplicado, ní£o se deve voltar atrás uma só vez, e o tema precisa estar completamente esquecido, jamais sendo utilizado como argumento em uma briga ou em um momento de ódio.

Art. 5 – Em todos os ferimentos definitivos, também chamados “rupturas”, o único medicamento capaz de fazer efeito chama-se Tempo. Ní£o adianta procurar consolo em cartomantes (que sempre dizem que o amor perdido irá voltar), livros romí¢nticos (cujo final é sempre feliz), novelas de TV ou coisas do gíªnero. Deve-se sofrer com intensidade, evitando-se por completo drogas, calmantes, oraí§íµes para santos. ílcool só é tolerado em um máximo de dois copos de vinho por dia. 

Determinaí§í£o final : os feridos por amor, ao contrário dos feridos em conflitos armados, ní£o sí£o ví­timas nem algozes. Escolheram algo que faz parte da vida, e assim devem encarar a agonia e o íªxtase de sua escolha.

E os que jamais foram feridos por amor, ní£o poderí£o nunca dizer: “vivi”.Porque ní£o viveram.

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Understanding cobwebs

By Paulo Coelho

When I was travelling the road to Rome, one of the four sacred roads in my magical tradition, I realised, after almost twenty days spent entirely alone, that I was in a much worse state than when I had started. In my solitude, I began to have mean, nasty, ignoble feelings.

I sought out my guide to the road and told her about this. I said that when I had set out on that pilgrimage, I had thought I would grow closer to God, but that, after three weeks, I was feeling a great deal worse.

‘You are getting better, don’t worry,’ she said. ‘The fact is that when we turn on our inner light, the first thing we see are the cobwebs and the dust, our weak points. They were there already, it’s just that you couldn’t see them in the darkness. Now it will be much easier for you to clean out your soul.’

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