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The dune hesitated for a moment, before saying:
- Did you know that, down here in the desert, we call the rain Paradise?
- I didn¡¯t know I could become something so important - said the proud cloud.
- I¡¯ve heard several legends told by old dunes. They say that, after the rain, we are covered in herbs and flowers. But I¡¯d never know what that is like, for in the desert it only rains very rarely.
This time it was the cloud which hesitated. But then it started to smile joyfully:
- If you like, I can cover you with rain. Although I¡¯ve only just arrived, I am in love with you, and would like to stay here forever.
- When I first saw you up in the sky, I too fell in love - said the dune. - but if you turn your lovely white hair into rain, you will die.
- Love never dies - said the dune. - It transforms; and I want to show you Paradise.
And so it began to caress the dune with droplets; they remained together like this for a long time, until a rainbow appeared.
The next day, the small dune was covered in flowers. Other clouds passing towards central Africa, thought that must be part of the forest they were searching for, and poured down more rain. Twenty years later, the dune had become an oasis, which refreshed travelers under the shade of its trees.
And all because, one day, a loving cloud hadn¡¯t been afraid to give up its life in the name of love.
by Paulo Coelho






















May 2nd, 2008 at 6:09 am
Dear Paolo,
I am one of your great admirers, but this story is absolutely beautifu, so simple but so full of wisdom. I am on my path, still learning a lot, but, most of all, learning that there are always different ways to look at something, and something good can come out of everything that happens, if one is open to love and light.
I¡¯m looking forward to read many more of your stories.
Your humble admirer
Astrid
May 19th, 2008 at 4:11 pm
yeah paulo your music is amazing.