| recordings |
|---|
| A card hanging in the doorway... | partial | Paulo Coelho | 3:28 |
| And now it was only four days... | partial | Paulo Coelho | 3:35 |
| At the highest point in Tarifa... | partial | Paulo Coelho | 1:26 |
| Don't think about what you've left behind... | partial | Paulo Coelho | 6:26 |
| He was shaken into wakefulness... | partial | Paulo Coelho | 2:46 |
| How strange Africa is... | partial | Paulo Coelho | 13:28 |
| I need to sell some wool... | partial | Paulo Coelho | 1:53 |
| I want to tell you a story... | partial | Paulo Coelho | 4:57 |
| I'm the King of Salem... | partial | Paulo Coelho | 7:01 |
| I'm the leader of the caravan... | partial | Paulo Coelho | 12:47 |
| Next morning, there were two thousand... | partial | Paulo Coelho | 1:59 |
| On the following day... | partial | Paulo Coelho | 8:13 |
| On the second day... | partial | Paulo Coelho | 0:32 |
| On the third day... | partial | Paulo Coelho | 14:20 |
| People from all over the world... | partial | Paulo Coelho | 1:39 |
| That's strange... | partial | Paulo Coelho | 3:53 |
| The Alchemist | partial | Paulo Coelho | 2:04 |
| The boy approached the guard... | partial | Paulo Coelho | 12:08 |
| The boy awoke as the sune rose... | partial | Paulo Coelho | 1:05 |
| The boy awoke before dawn... | partial | Paulo Coelho | 2:05 |
| The boy began again to read... | partial | Paulo Coelho | 11:50 |
| The boy coun't believe... | partial | Paulo Coelho | 25:36 |
| The boy had been working for the crystal merchant... | partial | Paulo Coelho | 6:15 |
| The boy reached the small abandonded church... | partial | Paulo Coelho | 3:50 |
| The boy rode along... | partial | Paulo Coelho | 6:33 |
| The boy spent a sleepless night... | partial | Paulo Coelho | 3:25 |
| The boy went to his room... | partial | Paulo Coelho | 6:22 |
| The Boy's name was Santiago... | partial | Paulo Coelho | 2:42 |
| The caravan began to travel... | partial | Paulo Coelho | 1:51 |
| The crystal merchant... | partial | Paulo Coelho | 1:42 |
| The Englishman was sitting on a bench... | partial | Paulo Coelho | 3:17 |
| The first day passed... | partial | Paulo Coelho | 1:15 |
| The following night... | partial | Paulo Coelho | 7:26 |
| The horizon was tinged with red... | partial | Paulo Coelho | 2:11 |
| The men climbed the hill... | partial | Paulo Coelho | 1:14 |
| The old woman led the boy... | partial | Paulo Coelho | 14:20 |
| The simum blew... | partial | Paulo Coelho | 1:00 |
| The sun was setting... | partial | Paulo Coelho | 0:50 |
| The times rush past... | partial | Paulo Coelho | 2:01 |
| The two were taken... | partial | Paulo Coelho | 4:36 |
| Then one day the boy returned... | partial | Paulo Coelho | 1:30 |
| They crossed the desert... | partial | Paulo Coelho | 7:58 |
| They rode for the entire day... | partial | Paulo Coelho | 3:45 |
| They were strange books... | partial | Paulo Coelho | 3:36 |
| Two more months passed... | partial | Paulo Coelho | 4:46 |
| When the sun had set... | partial | Paulo Coelho | 4:08 |
| Why do they make things so complicated... | partial | Paulo Coelho | 1:03 |
