Preface .- Manual of a Warrior of Light. 
Manual of Warrior of Light .- Prologue .- "On the beach east of the village, there is an island, with a huge temple filled with bells," said the woman. The child noticed that she wore strange clothes and wore a veil covering her hair. I had never seen before. - You already know? She asked. Go there and tell me what you think. Seduced by the beauty of women, children went to the right place. He sat in the sand and watched the horizon, but saw nothing different from what was used to seeing: the blue sky and the ocean. Disappointed, he walked to a nearby fishing village and asked on an island with a temple. "Oh, that was long ago, at the time that my grandparents lived here," said an old fisherman. There was an earthquake and the island sank into the sea. However, even though we can not see the island and still hear the bells of his church, when the sea the waves at the bottom. The boy returned to the beach and tried to hear the bells. He spent the whole afternoon there, but only managed to hear the sound of the waves and the cries of the gulls. When night arrived, his parents came looking for him. The next morning, he returned to the beach could not believe that a beautiful woman could tell lies. If any day she returned, he could tell I had not seen the island, but had heard the bells of the temple that caused water movement sounded. So many months passed, the woman did not return, and forgot the boy, now he was convinced that I had to discover the riches and treasures of the temple submerged. If you listen to the bells, he would know his location and could rescue the treasure hidden there. No longer was more interested in school, or for your group of friends. It became the preferred object of ridicule from other children, who used to say: "It's not like us, prefer to stare at the sea because they are afraid of losing our games. "And everyone laughed, watching the child sitting on the edge of the beach. Although not got to hear the old bells of the temple, the boy was learning different things. He began to perceive that, in both the sound of the waves no longer distracted by them left. A short time later, also became accustomed to the cries of the gulls, the buzzing of bees and the wind blowing in the leaves of palm trees. Six months after his first conversation with the woman The child was already able to not be distracted by any noise, but still did not hear the bells of the temple submerged. Other fishermen came to talk with him and insisted - "We hear them! "They said. But the boy could not. Some time later, fishermen changed their attitude. "You're too worried about the noise of the submerged bells, forget about them and returns to play with your friends. Might just get to hear fishermen. After nearly a year, the boy thought: "Maybe these men are right. It is better to grow, become a fisherman and back every morning at the beach because I have a fond of it." And he also thought: "Perhaps all this is a legend and with the earthquake, the bells are broken and never play again." That afternoon, he decided to return to casa.Se approached her to say goodbye to the ocean. Looked once more the nature and, as he was not concerned with bells, could smile with the beauty of the song of the gulls, the sound of the sea, the wind blowing the leaves of palm trees. Heard in the distance the voice of his friends playing and was happy to know that he would soon return to their playground. The child was happy and, in the way only a child can do, thanks for being alive. He was sure he had not lost his time, he had learned to admire and revere nature. Then, he could hear the sea gulls, the wind in the leaves of palm trees the voices of his friends playing, also heard the first bell. And then another. And another, until all the submerged temple bells played, to his joy. Years later, as a man, returned to the village and the beach of his childhood. Not intended to rescue any treasure of the sea, maybe all this had been the fruit of his imagination, and had never heard the bell submerged in an afternoon loss of his childhood. Even so, he decided to walk a bit to hear the sound of the wind and the singing of the seagulls. Would not be surprised to see sitting in the sand, the woman who had spoken on the island and its temple. - What are you doing here? He asked. "Wait for you" she said. He noticed that although many years had passed, she kept the same appearance: the veil that hid her hair did not look faded by time. She offered him a blue notebook with blank sheets. "Write: A Warrior of Light pays attention to the eyes of a child. Because they know see the world without bitterness. When he wants to know if the person next to him is to be trusted, try viewing it as you would a child. - What is a warrior of light? "You know," she said, smiling. Is one that is able to understand the miracle of life, fighting to the end for something to believe, and then hear the bells sounded in the sea bed. He had never believed a warrior of light. The woman seemed to know his thoughts. All are capable of this. And no one is considered a warrior of light, even though all are. He looked at the pages of the notebook. The woman smiled again. "Write on the warrior," he said.
"Manual of a Warrior of Light." Paulo Coelho.
Manual of Warrior of Light .- Prologue .- "On the beach east of the village, there is an island, with a huge temple filled with bells," said the woman. The child noticed that she wore strange clothes and wore a veil covering her hair. I had never seen before. - You already know? She asked. Go there and tell me what you think. Seduced by the beauty of women, children went to the right place. He sat in the sand and watched the horizon, but saw nothing different from what was used to seeing: the blue sky and the ocean. Disappointed, he walked to a nearby fishing village and asked on an island with a temple. "Oh, that was long ago, at the time that my grandparents lived here," said an old fisherman. There was an earthquake and the island sank into the sea. However, even though we can not see the island and still hear the bells of his church, when the sea the waves at the bottom. The boy returned to the beach and tried to hear the bells. He spent the whole afternoon there, but only managed to hear the sound of the waves and the cries of the gulls. When night arrived, his parents came looking for him. The next morning, he returned to the beach could not believe that a beautiful woman could tell lies. If any day she returned, he could tell I had not seen the island, but had heard the bells of the temple that caused water movement sounded. So many months passed, the woman did not return, and forgot the boy, now he was convinced that I had to discover the riches and treasures of the temple submerged. If you listen to the bells, he would know his location and could rescue the treasure hidden there. No longer was more interested in school, or for your group of friends. It became the preferred object of ridicule from other children, who used to say: "It's not like us, prefer to stare at the sea because they are afraid of losing our games. "And everyone laughed, watching the child sitting on the edge of the beach. Although not got to hear the old bells of the temple, the boy was learning different things. He began to perceive that, in both the sound of the waves no longer distracted by them left. A short time later, also became accustomed to the cries of the gulls, the buzzing of bees and the wind blowing in the leaves of palm trees. Six months after his first conversation with the woman The child was already able to not be distracted by any noise, but still did not hear the bells of the temple submerged. Other fishermen came to talk with him and insisted - "We hear them! "They said. But the boy could not. Some time later, fishermen changed their attitude. "You're too worried about the noise of the submerged bells, forget about them and returns to play with your friends. Might just get to hear fishermen. After nearly a year, the boy thought: "Maybe these men are right. It is better to grow, become a fisherman and back every morning at the beach because I have a fond of it." And he also thought: "Perhaps all this is a legend and with the earthquake, the bells are broken and never play again." That afternoon, he decided to return to casa.Se approached her to say goodbye to the ocean. Looked once more the nature and, as he was not concerned with bells, could smile with the beauty of the song of the gulls, the sound of the sea, the wind blowing the leaves of palm trees. Heard in the distance the voice of his friends playing and was happy to know that he would soon return to their playground. The child was happy and, in the way only a child can do, thanks for being alive. He was sure he had not lost his time, he had learned to admire and revere nature. Then, he could hear the sea gulls, the wind in the leaves of palm trees the voices of his friends playing, also heard the first bell. And then another. And another, until all the submerged temple bells played, to his joy. Years later, as a man, returned to the village and the beach of his childhood. Not intended to rescue any treasure of the sea, maybe all this had been the fruit of his imagination, and had never heard the bell submerged in an afternoon loss of his childhood. Even so, he decided to walk a bit to hear the sound of the wind and the singing of the seagulls. Would not be surprised to see sitting in the sand, the woman who had spoken on the island and its temple. - What are you doing here? He asked. "Wait for you" she said. He noticed that although many years had passed, she kept the same appearance: the veil that hid her hair did not look faded by time. She offered him a blue notebook with blank sheets. "Write: A Warrior of Light pays attention to the eyes of a child. Because they know see the world without bitterness. When he wants to know if the person next to him is to be trusted, try viewing it as you would a child. - What is a warrior of light? "You know," she said, smiling. Is one that is able to understand the miracle of life, fighting to the end for something to believe, and then hear the bells sounded in the sea bed. He had never believed a warrior of light. The woman seemed to know his thoughts. All are capable of this. And no one is considered a warrior of light, even though all are. He looked at the pages of the notebook. The woman smiled again. "Write on the warrior," he said. 
"Manual of a Warrior of Light." Paulo Coelho. 
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