Que trata de la novela escrita por Paulo Coelho
Seguiremos leyendo ‘El Alquimista‘. El pastor Santiago conoce a la moza de los cabellos negros.
“I need to sell some wool,” said the shepherd to the trader. The man’s shop was full of customers, and the shopkeeper kindly asked the shepherd to wait until sunset. The boy sat down on the ground of the shop and took out a book from his knapsack. “I didn’t know that you shepherds were able to read books,” said a feminine voice next to him. She was a typical young girl from the region of Andalusia, with her black hair, and eyes that vaguely reminded one of the old Moorish conquerors. “It’s because the sheep teach more than any book ever could,” responded the boy. They were talking for more than two hours. She told him that she was the daughter of the shopkeeper, and she talked about life in the small village, where every day was the same as the day before. The shepherd talked about the fields and pastures of Andalusia, and the most recent things he saw in the cities that he had visited. He was happy to be talking with someone other than the sheep. “How did you learn to read?” asked the girl at one point. “Like everyone else,” responded the boy. “In school.” “So, if you know how to read, why aren’t you something more than just a simple shepherd?” The boy apologized as best he could in order to avoid responding to that question. He was certain that the girl would never understand. He continued telling his travel stories, and her little Moorish eyes opened and closed with fear and surprise. As time went by, the boy began to wish that day would never end, that the girl’s father would be busy for a long time and would order him to wait three days. He realized that he was feeling something that he had never felt before: the desire to stay in the same city forever. With the girl with the black hair, his days would never be the same. However, the shopkeeper finally arrived and ordered the boy to shear four sheep. Then he paid the shepherd what he owed him and he asked him to return the next year.
Now, the same village was only four days away. He was excited and, at the same time, unsure: perhaps the girl had already forgotten him. Many shepherds passed by there to sell wool. “It doesn’t matter,” said the boy to his sheep. “I also know other girls in other cities.” But deep down in his heart, he knew that it did matter, and that shepherds, like sailors and travelers, always knew one city in which there was someone who could make them forget the joy of traveling around the world.