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Sun, 28 Jun 2009 21:09:18 -0700

We have to take risks. We can only truly understand the miracle of life when we let the unexpected manifest itself.

Every day - together with the sun - God gives us a moment in which it is possible to change everything that makes us unhappy. Every day we try to pretend that we don't realize that moment, that it doesn't exist, that today is just the same as yesterday and will be the same as tomorrow. But if you pay attention, you can discover the magic instant. It may be hiding at the moment when we put the key in the door in the morning, in the silence right after dinner, in the thousand and one things that all seem the same to us. This moment exists - a moment when all the strength of the stars passes through us and lets us work miracles.

Happiness is at times a blessing - but usually it's a conquest. The magic instant helps us to change, drives us forward to seek our dreams. We shall suffer and go through quite a few difficult moments and face many a disappointment - but this is all transitory and inevitable, and eventually we shall feel proud of the marks left behind by the obstacles. In the future we will be able to look back with pride and faith.

Poor are those who are afraid of running risks. Because maybe they are never disappointed, never disillusioned, never suffer like those who have a dream to pursue. But when they look back - for we always look back - they will hear their heart saying: "What did you do with the miracles that God sowed for your days? What did you do with the talent that your Master entrusted to you? You buried it deep in a grave because you were afraid to lose it. So this is your inheritance: the certainty that you have wasted your life."

Poor are those who hear these words. For then they will believe in miracles, but the magic instants of life will have already passed.

We must listen to the child that we once were, and who still lives within us. This child understands about magic instants. We can muffle his sobbing, but we can't hush his voice.

If we aren't reborn, if we don't see life again with the innocence and enthusiasm of childhood, then there is no more sense to living.

There are many ways to commit suicide. Those who try to kill their body offend God's law. Those who try to kill their soul also offend God's law, although their crime is less visible to the eyes of man.

Let us be heedful of what the child within us has to say. Let's not feel ashamed of it. Let's not allow it to feel afraid, because it's lonely and is scarcely ever heard.

Let's allow the child within us to take the reins of our existence a little. This child says that one day is different from another.

Let's make the child feel loved again. Let's please this child - even if it means acting in a way that we're not used to, even if it seems foolish in the eyes of others.

Remember that the wisdom of men is madness before God. If we listen to the child we bear in our soul, our eyes will shine once more. If we don't lose contact with this child, we won't lose contact with life.

Let's live all the magic instants of 2009!

Volkswagen Paulo Coelho - Voyage - AlmapBBDO

Wed, 10 Jun 2009 22:53:41 -0700

O escritor brasileiro Paulo Coelho est� no comercial do sedan Voyage, da Volkswagen, criado pela AlmapBBDO. O filme, com 30", estreou no dia 6/6/09, nas emissoras abertas em todo o pa�s. A cria��o do comercial � de Renato Sim�es, Bruno Prosperi, Cesar Herszkowicz e Marco Monteiro, com dire��o de cria��o de Marcello Serpa, Dulc�dio Caldeira e Luiz Sanches. A dire��o do filme � de Gustavo Leme, da produtora Delicatessen.

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Wed, 10 Jun 2009 22:37:41 -0700

Recently I read an interesting polemic article in the American newspaper New York Times (25/03/2008). Written by Natalie Angier, the text is based on the research of prominent biologists and psychologists concerning monogamy. The conclusion that they reach is impressive: conjugal infidelity is present throughout the animal kingdom.

And that's not all: studies have shown that certain species "pay" for sex, while others reward their "lovers" with presents and affection. To complete the picture, jealousy and machismo are also to be found there: females are violently attacked if they copulate with another partner.

Of course we are not animals, but the similarities mentioned above are very revealing. Some of the more interesting parts of the article are worth transcribing.

1] Many species are raised from a very tender age to marry someone chosen by the family. They fly and play together, they sing and dance together. In other words, they are raised to impress the community with proof that they were born for one another.

2] Nevertheless, social monogamy is rarely accompanied by sexual monogamy. DNA tests carried out on monkeys, birds and wild animals, when their descendency is examined in the light of modern science, show that between 10% and 70% of the offspring was fathered by someone other than the resident male.

3] Professor David Barash of the University of Washington in Seattle states that: "in the infantile world, infancy. In the adult world, adultery". For a long time, swans were believed to be a model of fidelity. Through such DNA tests, it has been concluded that not even swans are immune to temptation.

4] The only completely monogamous species is an amoeba - Diplozoon Paradoxum - which is found in organisms of certain fish. Barash explains: "male and female meet while still young, and their bodies literally merge as one. From then on, they are faithful until death do them part". In this case, death coincides with that of the fish that shelters them.

5] The "oldest profession in the world", as prostitution is known, is also present in the animal kingdom. It is common to find males that shower their females with presents: rodents, caterpillars and insects. But when the same male decides to have, shall we say, an extracurricular affair, the lover receives better presents than the companion.

6] The law of competition also applies to the animal world: if supply is great, the price comes down. However, if there is a shortage of females, they become objects of desire that deserve the best and most sophisticated rewards.

Please understand that I have transcribed in this column the result of research conducted by scientists and psychologists specialized in studying animals. All of us can - and should - have our own opinion with respect to monogamy. We can all say that we are a highly evolved species, which is absolutely true. The only thing that we can't do is to blame science for showing results that often contradict our way of thinking!

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Wed, 27 May 2009 19:30:51 -0700

How the city was pacified

An old legend tells of how a certain city in the Pyrenees mountains used to be a stronghold for drug-traffickers, smugglers and exiles. The worst of them all, an Arab called Ahab, was converted by a local monk, Savin, and decided that things could not continue like that.

As he was feared by all, but did not want to use his fame as a thug to make his point, at no moment did he try to convince anyone. Knowing the nature of men as well as he did, they would only take honesty for weakness and soon his power would be put in doubt.

So what he did was call some carpenters from a neighboring town, hand them a drawing and tell them to build something on the spot where now stands the cross that dominates the town. Day and night for ten days, the inhabitants of the town heard the noise of hammers and watched men sawing bits of wood, making joints and hammering in nails.

At the end of ten days the gigantic puzzle was erected in the middle of the square, covered with a cloth. Ahab called all the inhabitants together to attend the inauguration of the monument.

Solemnly, and without making any speech, he removed the cloth.

It was a gallows. With a rope, trapdoor and all the rest. Brand-new, covered with bee's wax to endure all sorts of weather for a long time.

Taking advantage of the multitude joined together in the square, Ahab read a series of laws to protect the farmers, stimulate cattle-raising and awarding whoever brought new business into the region, and added that from that day on they would have to find themselves an honest job or else move to another town. He never once mentioned the "monument" that he had just inaugurated; Ahab was a man who did not believe in threats.

At the end of the meeting, several groups formed, and most of them felt that Ahab had been deceived by the saint, since he lacked the courage he used to have. So he would have to be killed. For the next few days many plans were made to this end. But they were all forced to contemplate the gallows in the middle of the square, and wondered: What is that thing doing there? Was it built to kill those who did not accept the new laws? Who is on Ahab's side, and who isn't? Are there spies among us?

The gallows looked down on the men, and the men looked up at the gallows. Little by little the rebels' initial courage was replaced by fear; they all knew Ahab's reputation, they all knew he was implacable in his decisions. Some people abandoned the city, others decided to try the new jobs offered them, simply because they had nowhere to go or else because of the shadow of that instrument of death in the middle of the square. Some time later the place was at peace, it had grown into a great business center on the frontier and began to export the best wool and produce top-quality wheat.

The gallows stayed there for ten years. The wood resisted well, but now and again the rope was changed for another. It was never put to use. Ahab never said a single word about it. Its image was enough to change courage to fear, trust to suspicion, stories of bravado to whispers of acceptance. After ten years, when law finally reigned in Viscos, Ahab had it destroyed and replaced by a cross.

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Wed, 13 May 2009 21:57:01 -0700

Sometimes readers complain that I say very little about my private life in this column. I do talk a lot - mostly about my questionings in the imaginary world. They insist: "but what's your life like?" Well, then, for a whole week I went out with a notebook and jotted down more or less what happens in seven days:

Sunday: 1] In silence, I drive the 540 kilometers from Paris to Geneva. Six hours and no important conclusion, no extraordinary revelation. Since I love my work, I swore never to think about it on Sundays, so I try to control myself.

2] Filling station: I see a very interesting collection of metal maquettes. I think about buying them all, but then I reckon that further ahead I will have excess baggage, and many of them could break on the journey. I will use the Internet to do that.

3] Bath. Nap. Dinner with a friend. She tells me that the man she is interested in just wants to make love, nothing else. I don't know what to answer.

Monday: 1] the alarm clock goes off at 10:15, and - Plan B (those born under Virgo always have a Plan B) - the hotel telephone operator also calls the room. I am here as a member of the board of a prestigious foundation, and hesitate whether or not to wear the cowboy boots worked in red, white and black leather. I decide to put them on - certain things are tolerated in artists.

2] A quick breakfast with a friend who works in a bank. I ask what he thinks of the current crisis - and he gives a series of answers that he himself does not believe in. I show him today's newspaper: a bankers' conference to resolve the crisis. One of them declares that they do not really know the "financial products" they are selling. It's great that I have my money in savings: Virgos do not run any risks in this area.

3] Lunch with the board of directors. I asked what they thought of the situation in Georgia. Nobody wanted to talk about that, but they did love my cowboy boots.

4] The meeting is very good, without any stress at all. I learn a lot. When it's over, I place some documents on the roof of the car.

5] When I leave, all the documents fly into the middle of the street. I spend half an hour gathering everything, with cars honking their horns and cursing me. A member of the board passes by, stops further up the street and asks if I want any help. I say no, it is enough for one of us to risk his life for something so stupid.

6] Today I can telephone using the "free hands" system while I drive. I ask M�nica, my agent, to cancel Prague and Berlin (the more I travel, the less desire I have to travel). She says that we need to get together before the Frankfurt Book Fair to "get some details right". Paris or Barcelona? Paris, she decides. I call Paula, my assistant, to ask why my blog had few comments yesterday - she explains that they changed the configuration, and have just approved a hundred comments.

7] I reach Paris at eleven o'clock at night. I expected to have a stack of things waiting for me, but there were only two packets of books to sign, and a couple of letters. But I traveled! I was in another country! I realize that I traveled a little over 24 hours.

8] Dinner. I leave the computer turned on to download "American History X". I go to sleep about two in the morning, after reading some pages of "My year inside radical Islam", by Daveed Gartstenstein-Ross. The book is excellent, but I can't really get into it.

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Wed, 29 Apr 2009 19:59:17 -0700

In order to write the book "The Winner is alone", the main theme of which is the cult of celebrities, I had to do some interesting research into the routine of those women who inhabit the collective imagination: photographer's models. However different they may be, what follows is an invariable pattern of behavior among them:

A] Before going to bed they use several creams to clean the pores and keep the skin hydrated - from an early age making the organism dependent on foreign elements. They wake up, drink a cup of black coffee without any sugar, and some fruit with fibers - so that the food that they ingest during the rest of the day passes quickly through the intestines. They climb on the scales three to four times a day and become depressed by each excessive gram denounced by the needle.

B] They are all aware that they will soon be upstaged by new faces and new tendencies, and they need urgently to show that their talent goes beyond the catwalks. They are constantly pleading with their agents to arrange a test for them so that they can show that they are capable of working as actresses - which is their big dream.

C] Unlike what the legend claims, they pay for their expenses - travel, hotel, and all those salads. They are invited by fashion designers' assistants to do what they call casting, to select those who will be picked to face the catwalk or pose for a photo session. At that moment they are in front of people who are invariably ill-humored and use the little power they have to pour out their daily frustrations and never say a nice or encouraging word: "horrible" is the comment most commonly heard.

D] Their parents are proud of the daughter that has begun so well, and regret having ever said they were against that career - after all, she is earning money and helping the family. Their boyfriends have fits of jealousy, but control themselves because it's good for the ego to be with a fashion model. Their girlfriends envy them secretly (or openly).

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Mon, 27 Apr 2009 00:50:32 -0700

Paulo Coelho and the fashion brand Mango have created a collection of T-shirts illustrated with sentences by the author.

More than half of the earnings from the sales of these T-shirts will be destined to the Paulo Coelho Institute in Brazil, where 450 children study and get food, love, education and the possibility to develop their artistic skills. The Institute is exclusively financed by the author's copyrights.

"I knew it was impossible to change my country, Brazil. It was impossible to change my state and my neighbourhood, but I thought I might change my street at the end of which there is a favela," claims Coelho.

40,000 T-shirts have been marketed in 450 shops in 68 countries with 6 different sentences by the author such as "Never give up on your dreams, follow the signs", "The path to wisdom is not being afraid to make mistakes" and "The challenge will not wait. Life does not look back".

The T-shirts were launched on April 22nd are already the top-selling item at all Mango shops around the world.

UPDATE: I could find an online Mango shop, but in US (please go to News tab). Probably if you browse the page you will find the one close to you.

On a side note, I decided to post it in my blog because I do believe that the medium is the message, and MNG was the first one to really be commited to my texts.

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Mon, 27 Apr 2009 00:48:53 -0700

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Thu, 16 Apr 2009 18:48:56 -0700

The Warrior of Light can afford to live each day different from the next. He is not afraid of crying over old regrets or feeling happy at new discoveries. When he feels that the hour has come, he casts everything aside and departs for the adventure he has dreamed so long about. When he understands that he is at the limit of his endurance, he leaves the fight, without feeling apologetic for having done one or two crazy and quite unexpected things.

The story below illustrates what I mean.

A man in quest of sanctity decided to climb a high mountain with just the clothes on his back and remain up there meditating for the rest of his life.

Soon he realized that one set of clothes was not enough, because it would get dirty very quick. He descended the mountain, went to the nearest village and asked for other clothes. Since everyone knew that the man was in quest of sanctity, they handed him a new pair of shoes and a shirt.

The man thanked them and climbed back up to the hermitage he was building on the top of the mountain. He spent the night putting up the walls and the days in meditation, eating the fruit of the trees and drinking the water of a nearby spring.

One month later he discovered that a mouse was chewing the extra clothes he had left to dry. Since he wanted to concentrate only on his spiritual duty, he went back down to the village and asked them to find him a cat.

The villagers, in respect for his mission, satisfied his request.

Another seven days and the cat was almost dying of starvation because it could not eat just fruit, and there were no more mice in the place. He went back down to the village for milk; as the villagers knew it was not for him - after all, he resisted without eating anything other than what nature offered him - once more they helped him.

The cat finished the milk quickly, so the man asked them to lend him a cow.

Since the cow gave more milk than was needed, he began to drink it too, so as not to waste it. In a short time - breathing the mountain air, eating fruit, meditating, drinking milk and doing exercises - he turned into a model of beauty. A lovely girl who climbed the mountain looking for her lamb fell in love with him and convinced him that he needed a wife to look after the house while he meditated in peace.

The man spent three days fasting, trying to know which was the best decision to make. Finally he understood that marriage is a blessing from above, and accepted the proposal.

Three years later, the man was married, with two sons, three cows, an orchard of fruit trees, and he ran a place for meditation, with a huge waiting line of people who wanted to know the miraculous "temple of eternal youth."

When someone asked him how all that had started, he would say:

"Two weeks after I arrived up here, I had only two garments. A mouse began to chew one of them, and..."

But no-one was interested in the end of the story; they were sure that he was a wise businessman just trying to invent a legend to be able to raise even higher the price he charged the lodgers at the temple.

But like a good Warrior of Light, he did not bother about what others thought; he was happy because he was able to transform his dreams into reality.

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Wed, 01 Apr 2009 19:12:17 -0700

Is the bird alive?

The young man was at the end of his training, soon he would go on to be a teacher. Like all good pupils, he needed to challenge his teacher and to develop his own way of thinking. He caught a bird, placed it in one hand and went to see his teacher.

`Teacher, is this bird alive or dead?'

His plan was the following: if his teacher said `dead', he would open his hand and the bird would fly away. If the answer was `alive', he would crush the bird between his fingers; that way the teacher would be wrong whichever answer he gave.

`Teacher, is the bird alive or dead?' he asked again.

`My dear student, that depends on you,' was the teacher's reply.

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