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That wind had brought the Moors, yes, but it had also brought the smell of the desert and of veiled women.

The lad wandered through the desert for forty days, and finally came upon a beautiful castle, high atop a mountain. It was there that the wise man lived.

You have to cross the entire Sahara desert, said the young man. And to do that, you need money.

In his pouch, he had his jacket he certainly wasn't going to need it in the desert.

There are thousands of kilometers of desert between here and there.

I don't know anyone around here who would want to cross the desert just to see the Pyramids, said the merchant.

One of them, a cobbler who made his living mending boots, said that he had traveled for almost a year through the desert, but that he got more tired when he had to walk through the streets of Tangier buying his leather.

I've already imagined a thousand times crossing the desert, arriving at the Plaza of the Sacred Stone, the seven times I walk around it before allowing myself to touch it.

He smoked in silence, thinking of nothing, and listening to the sound of the wind that brought the scent of the desert.

The hills of Andalusia were only two hours away, but there was an entire desert between him and the Pyramids.

I understand sheep; they're no longer a problem, and they can be good friends. On the other hand, I don't know if the desert can be a friend, and it's in the desert that I have to search for my treasure.

He had remembered that one of the crystal merchant's suppliers transported his crystal by means of caravans that crossed the desert.

I'm going into the desert, the man answered, turning back to his reading.

The desert is a capricious lady, and sometimes she drives men crazy.

But the only God I serve is Allah, and in his name I swear that I will do everything possible once again to win out over the desert.

In the desert, disobedience means death.

The boy observed in silence the progress of the animals and people across the desert.

But, in the desert, there was only the sound of the eternal wind, and of the hoofbeats of the animals.

But the desert is so huge, and the horizons so distant, that they make a person feel small, and as if he should remain silent.

The boy understood intuitively what he meant, even without ever having set foot in the desert before.

I can learn something from the desert, too.

The desert was all sand in some stretches, and rocky in others.

As they sat around the fire, the camel drivers exchanged information about windstorms, and told stories about the desert.

Once you get into the desert, there's no going back, said the camel driver.

I have watched the caravan as it crossed the desert, he said.

The caravan and the desert speak the same language, and it's for that reason that the desert allows the crossing.

I've seen how the guides read the signs of the desert, and how the soul of the caravan speaks to the soul of the desert.

That's why I'm here in the middle of the desert. I'm seeking a true alchemist who will help me to decipher the codes.

The boy went back to contemplating the silence of the desert, and the sand raised by the animals.

You'll see that there is life in the desert, that there are stars in the heavens, and that tribesmen fight because they are part of the human race.

He thought that the horizon was a bit lower than it had been, because he seemed to see stars on the desert itself.

The boy awoke as the sun rose. There, in front of him, where the small stars had been the night before, was an endless row of date palms, stretching across the entire desert.

He was at home with the silence of the desert, and he was content just to look at the trees.

People were shouting at the new arrivals, dust obscured the desert sun, and the children of the oasis were bursting with excitement at the arrival of the strangers.

He had already seen many people come and go, and the desert remained as it was.

He had seen kings and beggars walking the desert sands.

Maybe God created the desert so that man could appreciate the date trees, he thought.

The silence of the desert was a distant dream;

They had been taking careful precautions in the desert, but the camel driver explained to the boy that oases were always considered to be neutral territories, because the majority of the inhabitants were women and children.

There were oases throughout the desert, but the tribesmen fought in the desert, leaving the oases as places of refuge.

They were people of the desert, and clamored to hear his stories about the great cities.

Something older than humanity, more ancient than the desert. Something that exerted the same force whenever two pairs of eyes met, as had theirs here at the well.

The omen he had sought to find with his sheep and in his books, in the crystals and in the silence of the desert.

Because, when you know that language, it's easy to understand that someone in the world awaits you, whether it's in the middle of the desert or in some great city.

He communicates with the genies of the desert.

To his surprise, the Englishman was there, looking out at the desert, I waited all afternoon and evening, he said.

I have crossed the desert in search of a treasure that is somewhere near the Pyramids, and for me, the war seemed a curse.

And the women of the desert are proud of their tribesmen.

I have forgotten about my past, about my traditions, and the way in which men of the desert expect women to behave.

Ever since I was a child, I have dreamed that the desert would bring me a wonderful present.

The dunes are changed by the wind, but the desert never changes.

The desert takes our men from us, and they don't always return, she said.

I'm a desert woman, and I'm proud of that.

And, if I have to, I will accept the fact that he has become a part of the clouds, and the animals and the water of the desert.

As the Englishman stared out at the desert, his eyes seemed brighter than they had when he was reading his books.

He continued to feed the fire, and the boy stayed on until the desert turned pink in the setting sun.

He felt the urge to go out into the desert, to see if its silence held the answers to his questions.

Here and there, he found a shell, and realized that the desert, in remote times, had been a sea.

But Fatima was a woman of the desert, and, if anything could help him to understand, it was the desert.

Maybe these desert birds could explain to him the meaning of love without ownership.

they were desires that, because of their intensity, materialized over the sands of the desert.

He tried again to concentrate on the pink shades of the desert, and its stones.

Once again, he perceived the many languages in the things about him: this time, the desert was safe, and it was the oasis that had become dangerous.

The desert fills men's hearts with visions, the camel driver answered.

The desert was full of men who earned their living based on the ease with which they could penetrate to the Soul of the World.

They'll laugh at me. They are men of the desert, and the men of the desert are used to dealing with omens.

I want to see the chieftains. I've brought omens from the desert.

One by one, the campfires were extinguished, and the oasis fell as quiet as the desert.

Never could he have imagined that, here in the middle of the desert, there existed a tent like this one.

Why would the desert reveal such things to a stranger, when it knows that we have been here for generations? said another of the chieftains.

Because my eyes are not yet accustomed to the desert, the boy said.

I can see things that eyes habituated to the desert might not see.

He regretted having spoken to the camel driver about what he had seen in the desert.

The Tradition teaches men how to cross the desert, and how their children should marry.

But the Tradition also says that we should believe the messages of the desert.

Everything we know was taught to us by the desert.

Arms are as capricious as the desert, and, if they are not used, the next time they might not function.

He would at least have died after having crossed the strait, after having worked in a crystal shop, and after having known the silence of the desert and Fatima's eyes.

He appeared to be a messenger from the desert, but his presence was much more powerful than that of a mere messenger.

You must love the desert, but never trust it completely.

Because the desert tests all men: it challenges every step, and kills those who become distracted.

The men of the oasis surrounded the horsemen from the desert and within half an hour all but one of the intruders were dead.

Rather than being killed by a blade or a bullet, he was hanged from a dead palm tree, where his body twisted in the desert wind.

With the wars between the tribes, it's impossible to cross the desert. So I have come here.

He has other things to do first. But he's on the right track. He has begun to try to understand the desert.

I know what's happening in the desert.

He said to the boy, Show me where there is life out in the desert.

I don't know if I'll be able to find life in the desert, the boy thought.

I don't know the desert that well yet.

I don't know how to find life in the desert, the boy said.

They could no longer see the palms of the oasis–only the gigantic moon above them, and its silver reflections from the stones of the desert.

I don't know the language of the desert, but my horse knows the language of life.

The boy leapt as well, but away from the alchemist. The snake fought frantically, making hissing sounds that shattered the silence of the desert. It was a cobra, whose venom could kill a person in minutes.

He must know how to deal with the snakes of the desert.

He won't leave the circle. You found life in the desert, the omen that I needed.

Why was that so important? Because the Pyramids are surrounded by the desert.

I'm going to guide you across the desert, the alchemist said.

Fatima is a woman of the desert, said the alchemist. She knows that men have to go away in order to return. And she already has her treasure: it's you. Now she expects that you will find what it is you're looking for.

You'll learn to love the desert, and you'll get to know every one of the fifty thousand palms.

And you'll get better and better at understanding omens, because the desert is the best teacher there is.

You'll remember that she never asked you to stay, because a woman of the desert knows that she must await her man. So you won't blame her.

But many times you'll walk the sands of the desert, thinking that maybe you could have left… that you could have trusted more in your love for Fatima.

He thought of the woman who had trusted in the desert.

And he looked out over the desert that had brought him to the woman he loved.

But that night, as he had watched the cobra within the circle, the strange horseman with the falcon on his shoulder had spoken of love and treasure, of the women of the desert and of his personal legend.

But the boy continued, I had a dream, and I met with a king. I sold crystal and crossed the desert.

Before this, I always looked to the desert with longing, said Fatima.

You're crying? I'm a woman of the desert, she said, averting her face. But above all, I'm a woman.

From that day on, it was the desert that would be important.

From that day on, the desert would represent only one thing to her: the hope for his return.

Don't think about what you've left behind, the alchemist said to the boy as they began to ride across the sands of the desert.

The desert, with its endless monotony, put him to dreaming.

The bird knew the language of the desert well, and whenever they stopped, he flew off in search of game.

The desert nights were cold, and were becoming darker and darker as the phases of the moon passed.

A while ago, I rode through the desert with a man who had books on alchemy. But I wasn't able to learn anything from them.

Perhaps, if you were in a laboratory of alchemy, this would be the right time to study the best way to understand the Emerald Tablet. But you are in the desert. So immerse yourself in it.

The desert will give you an understanding of the world; in fact, anything on the face of the earth will do that.

They crossed the desert for another two days in silence.

There had been times when his heart spent hours telling of its sadness, and at other times it became so emotional over the desert sunrise that the boy had to hide his tears.

His heart beat fastest when it spoke to the boy of treasure, and more slowly when the boy stared entranced at the endless horizons of the desert.

It has its dreams, it gets emotional, and it's become passionate over a woman of the desert.

Sometimes it frightened the boy with the idea that he might not find his treasure, or that he might die there in the desert.

The boy continued to listen to his heart as they crossed the desert.

And that happiness could be found in a grain of sand from the desert, as the alchemist had said.

It's the point at which, as we say in the language of the desert, onedies of thirst just when the palm trees have appeared on the horizon.

They continued across the desert.

It no longer wanted to know about things of the past or future; it was content simply to contemplate the desert, and to drink with the boy from the Soul of the World.

When his heart spoke to him, it was to provide a stimulus to the boy, and to give him strength, because the days of silence there in the desert were wearisome.

The alchemist sounded angry: Trust in your heart, but never forget that you're in the desert.

And then, as if the desert wanted to demonstrate that the alchemist was right, two horsemen appeared from behind the travelers.

The alchemist fell as silent as the desert, and answered the boy only after they had stopped to eat.

This desert was once a sea, he said.

It will never cease doing so until the desert is once again covered by water.

I'm just a man who wanders the desert and knows the stars, said the alchemist.

They were men of the desert, and they were fearful of sorcerers.

So, once again, the world had demonstrated its many languages: the desert only moments ago had been endless and free, and now it was an impenetrable wall.

At the end of the day, the boy went looking for the alchemist, who had taken his falcon out into the desert.

In any case, the desert was impassable.

He spent the entire afternoon of the second day looking out over the desert, and listening to his heart.

The boy knew the desert sensed his fear.

We're in no hurry, the chief answered. We are men of the desert.

There was the desert that he had wandered for so many months; despite all that time, he knew only a small part of it.

What do you want here today? the desert asked him.

What is love? the desert asked. Love is the falcon's flight over your sands.

The falcon's beak carries bits of me, myself, the desert said.

It's what makes the game become the falcon, the falcon become man, and man, in his turn, the desert.

I don't understand what you're talking about, the desert said.

The desert didn't answer him for a few moments.

It knew of the boy's talk with the desert, because the winds know everything.

Who taught you to speak the language of the desert and the wind?

In the distant land the boy came from, they called it the levanter, because they believed that it brought with it the sands of the desert, and the screams of the Moorish wars.

But, actually, the wind came from no place at all, nor did it go to any place; that's why it was stronger than the desert.

Someone might one day plant trees in the desert, and even raise sheep there, but never would they harness the wind.

It commenced to blow harder, raising the desert sands.

The men of the desert were already familiar with that wind.

As soon as the wind stopped, he was going to remove them from their commands, because true men of the desert are not afraid.

Because it's not love to be static like the desert, nor is it love to roam the world like the wind.

In the silence, the boy understood that the desert, the wind, and the sun were also trying to understand the signs written by the hand, and were seeking to follow their paths, and to understand what had been written on a single emerald.

For generations thereafter, the Arabs recounted the legend of a boy who had turned himself into the wind, almost destroying a military camp, in defiance of the most powerful chief in the desert.

And this is for me, said the alchemist, keeping one of the parts. Because I have to return to the desert, where there are tribal wars.

The boy rode along through the desert for several hours, listening avidly to what his heart had to say.

it reminded the boy of the day when that horse had reared in the desert, and he had come to know the alchemist.

There, illuminated by the light of the moon and the brightness of the desert, stood the solemn and majestic Pyramids of Egypt.

And above all for his having met a woman of the desert who had told him that love would never keep a man from his personal legend.

After all, the alchemist continued to live in the desert, even though he understood the Language of the World, and knew how to transform lead into gold.

During his time in the desert, he had learned that, in Egypt, the scarab beetles are a symbol of God.

I'm not so stupid as to cross an entire desert just because of a recurrent dream.

He remembered the night in the desert when he had sat with the alchemist, as they looked at the stars and drank wine together.

It didn't bring with it the smell of the desert, nor the threat of Moorish invasion.

I see the storm grow, there's a light in the desert tonight;

A child is born in the desert sun,

There's a wild wind blowing in the desert tonight,

It has vanished! The Campagna lies desert.