by the river piedra i sat down and wept.

The following things that are written on is taken from the novel "By the River Piedra I sat down and wept" by Paulo Coelho. About a girl named Pilar. I just had the thought of sharing this...



"But our having gone into the church really had been a sign -- that every story has a sad ending."...



"You saw only the sadness of the procession at the end. You forgot the happy moments you spent inside. You forgot the feeling that heaven had descended on you and how good it was to be expriencing all of that with your..."
She stopped and smiled.
"... Friend," She said, winking. "Jesus said, 'let the dead bury the dead' because he knew that there is no such thing as death. Life existed before we were born and will continue to exist after we leave this world."
My Tears filled with tears.
"It's the same with love." She went on. "It existed before and will go on forever."
"You seem to know everything about my life." I said.
"All love stories have much in common. I went through the same thing at one point in my life. But that's not what I remembered. What I remembered is that love returned in the form of another man, new hopes and new dreams."
She held out the pen and paper to me.
"Write down everything you're feeling. Take it out of your soul, put it into the paper, and then throw it away. Legend says that the River Piedra is so cold that anything that falls into it -- leaves, insects, the feathers of birds -- is turned to stone. Maybe it would be a good idea to toss your suffering into the waters."
I took the pages. She kissed me, and said I could come back for lunch if I wanted to.
"Don't forget!" She shouted as she walked away. "Love preserves. It's men who change."
I smiled, and she waved goodbye.

I looked out at the river for some time. And I cried until there were no more tears.
Then I began to write.

I wrote for an entire day, and then another, and another. Every morning, I went to the bank of the River Piedra. Every afternoon, the woman came, took me by the arm, and led me back to the old convent.
She washed my clothes, made me dinner, chatted about trivial things, and sent me to bed.
One morning, when I had almost finished the manuscript, I heard the sound of a car. My heart leaped, but i Didn't want to believe it. I felt free again, ready to return to the world and be a part of it once again.
The worst had passed, although the sadness remained.
But my heart was right. Even without raising my eyes from my work, I felt his presence and heard his footsteps.
"Pilar." He said, sitting down next to me.
I went on writing, without answering, i couldn't pull my thoughts together. My heart was jumping, trying to free itself from my breast and run to him. But I wouldn't allow it.
He sat there looking at the river, while I wnt on writing. The entire morning has passed that way -- without a word -- and I recalled the silence of a night near a well when I'd suddenly realized that I loved him.
When my hand could write no linger. I stoppped. then he spoke.
"It was dark when I came up out of the cavern. I couldn't find you, so I went to Zaragoza. I even went to Soria. I looked everywhere for you. Then I decided to return to the monastery at Piedra to see if there was any sign of you, and I met a woman. She showed me where you were, snd she said you had been waiting for me."
My eyes filled with tears.
"I am going to sit here with you by the river. If you go home to sleep, I will sleep infront of your house. And it you go away. I will follow you -- until you tell me to go away. Then I'll leave. But I have to love you for the rest of my life."
I could no longer hold back the tears, and he began to weep as well.
"I want to tell you something...," he started to say.
"Don't say a thing. Read this." I handed him the pages.

I gazed at the River Piedra all afternon. The woman brought us sandwiches and wine, commented on the weather, and left us alone. Every once in a while, he paused in his reading and stared out into space, absorbed in his thoughts.
At the point I went for a walk in the woods, past the small waterfalls, through the landscape that was so laden with stories and meanings for me. When the sun began to set, I went back to the place where I had left him.
"Thank you" was what he said as he gave the papers back to me. "And forgive me."
On the bak of the River piedra, I sat down and wept.
"Your love has saved me and returned me to my dream."

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Maliit lang yan na portion ng story. I love reading the book... There's so much things na nakaka-relate ako sa mga nangyayari sa kanila.