Santiago Of The Seas Quotes

Si he de vivir que sea sin timón y en el delirio

But man is not made for defeat. A man can be destroyed but not defeated.” - Santiago

It is not bad,” Santiago said. “And pain does not matter to a man.

Bienaventurado pues aquel que entiende que las pruebas no son motivo para culpar a Dios. Pero bienaventurado también aquel que, lejos de confundir sus circunstancias con un pretexto para representar mal a Dios, permite que sea Dios quien lo transforme:

—¿Alguna vez se ha sentido sitiado por el fuego y ha sabido que su vida en ese momento vale menos que un pedazo de mierda? ¿O se ha visto metido en un pueblo lleno de gente sin saber si quieren ayudarlo o matarlo? ¿Ha visto cómo sus amigos van cayendo en la batalla? ¿Ha almorzado con la gente sabiendo que quizá sea la última vez, que la próxima vez que los vea probablemente estén en un cajón? ¿Ah? Cuando eso pasa, uno deja de tener amigos, porque sabe que los perderá. Uno se acostumbra al dolor de perderlos y se limita a evitar ser una de las sillas vacías que se van multiplicando en los comedores. ¿Sabe lo que es eso? No. Usted no tiene ni la menor idea de lo que es eso. Usted estaba en Lima, pues, mientras su gente moría. Estaba leyendo poemitas de Chocano, supongo. Literatura, ¿verdad? La literatura dice demasiadas cosas bonitas, señor fiscal. Demasiadas. Ustedes los intelectuales desprecian a los militares porque no leemos. Sí, no ponga esa cara, he escuchado sus bromas, he visto la cara de los viejos políticos cuando hablamos. Y las comprendo. Nuestro problema es que estamos hasta los huevos de la realidad, nunca hemos visto las cosas bonitas de las que hablan sus libros.

authorities were less vigilant during a storm. Even so, he was nervous. He had flown in to Cuba many times. But never here. And tonight he would have preferred to have been going almost anywhere else. Cayo Esqueleto. Skeleton Key. There it was, stretching out before him, twenty-five miles long and six miles across at its widest point. The sea around it, which had been an extraordinary, brilliant blue until a few minutes ago, had suddenly darkened, as if someone had thrown a switch. Over to the west, he made out the twinkling lights of Puerto Madre, the island’s second-biggest town. The main airport was farther north, outside the capital of Santiago. But that wasn’t where he was heading. He pressed down on the joystick and the plane veered to the right, circling over the forests and mangrove swamps that surrounded the old, abandoned airport at the bottom end of the island. The Cessna had been equipped with a thermal intensifier, similar to the sort used in American spy satellites. He flicked a switch and glanced at the display. A few birds appeared as tiny pinpricks of red. More dots pulsated in the swamp: crocodiles or perhaps manatees. And a single dot about twenty yards from the runway. He turned to speak to the man called Carlo, but there was no need. Carlo was already leaning over his shoulder, staring at the screen. Carlo nodded. Only one man was waiting for them, as agreed. Anyone hiding within half a mile of the airstrip would have shown up on the radar. It was safe to land.

In August 1519, Magellan disembarked with a crew of 280 men among the five ships of his fleet: the Concepción, the San Antonio, the Santiago, the Victoria, and the flagship Trinidad. Four of the ships were three- or four-masted sailing ships called carracks; the Trinidad was a caravel. Each vessel held massive stores of supplies to last the men for weeks and months at sea, with plans to resupply in stops along the Canary Islands, Cape Verde, and South American port towns. No shipping clerk could have guessed how much they dangerously underestimated the needs of the voyage.

Exoriare aliquis nostris ex ossibus ultor. [Quienquiera que seas, nace de mis huesos, oh vengador mío.] VIRGILIO, Aeneis, 4, 625.

El número de pecados que una persona cometa no hace que su caso sea imperdonable (vea Santiago 5.20).

Cuando la opción “no correr” se borra de la cabeza, aparece siempre el tiempo para correr; aparece siempre, como sea.

El billetaje que Manuel sí quería reunir era gratis: tiempo a espuertas, a plazo fijo, acciones y activos. Con una ambición inagotable, con el único límite de las veinticuatro horas del día. Una cota final que le permitiría en algún momento llegar a la riqueza total, la del día completo (el dinero, al revés y agotadoramente, nunca presenta tope por arriba). Con cada céntimo que dejaba de fabricar compraba un minuto de frática paz a estrenar. Le parecía muy barato. La sensación de abundancia, irónica en el Manuel pobrísimo, era vertiginosa. Le sobraba de todo. Sólo el tiempo no le sobraba, pero no era tan soberbio como para pretender que se lo incrementaran a 25 horas/día. Tenía el preciso, el que es, y tan contento. (...) Lo bueno no era que con tantas horas por delante pudiera hacer lo que le saliera de los cojones. lo bueno era que no paraban de salirle cosas de los cojones todo el día. Sin esa fase 2, el pobre canelo que sólo reúna la 1 acabará colgándose por el cuello tras el primer trimestre, ahogado por la frustración de haber esperado siempre a que llegue el tiempo para sí y encontrándose con la olla de cagarros especiados que se va a comer cuando mire el reloj y sea todavía por la mañana (les ocurre a muchos jubilados).

Pero el reverso: lo que jamás me daría Santiago: para vivir dichosamente, yo necesito cielo y árboles. Mucho cielo y muchos árboles ¡Sólo los ricos tienen en Santiago estas cosas!

Que el cerebro emocional sea más antiguo que el racional revela la auténtica relación entre el pensamiento y el sentimiento: el sentimiento preexiste a la razón.

todo hombre sea pronto para oír; tardo para hablar, tardo para airarse; Santiago 1.

Captain Joseph Frye One of the nicest parks in present day downtown Tampa, Florida, is the Cotanchobee Fort Brooke Park. The 5-acre park, which lies between the Tampa Bay Times Forum (Amalie Arena) and the mouth of the Hillsborough River at the Garrison Channel, is used for many weddings and special events such as the dragon boat races and the duck race. Few people give thought to the historic significance of the location, or to Captain Joseph Frye, considered Tampa’s first native son, who was born there on June 14, 1826. Going to sea was a tradition in the Frye family, starting with his paternal great-grandfather Samuel Frye from East Greenwich, Rhode Island, who was the master of the sloop Humbird. As a young man, Joseph attended the United States Naval Academy and graduated with the second class in 1847. Starting as an Ensign, he served as a commissioned officer in the U.S. Navy until the Civil War, at which time he resigned and took a commission as a Lieutenant in the Confederate Navy. The Ten Years’ War, also known as “the Great War,” which started in 1868 became the first of three wars of Cuban Independence. In October 1873, following the defeat of the Confederacy and five years into the Cuban revolution, Frye became Captain of a side-wheeler, the S/S Virginius. His mission was to take guns and ammunition, as well as approximately 300 Cuban rebels to Cuba, with the intent of fighting the Spanish army for Cuban Independence. Unfortunately, the mission failed when the ship was intercepted by the Spanish warship Tornado. Captain Frye and his crew were taken to Santiago de Cuba and given a hasty trial and before a British warship Commander, hearing of the incident, could intervene, they were sentenced to death. After thanking the members of his crew for their service, Captain Frye and fifty-three members of his crew were put to death by firing squad, and were then decapitated and trampled upon by the Spanish soldiers. However, the British Commander Sir Lambton Lorraine of HMS Niobe did manage to save the lives of a few of the remaining crewmembers and rebels.

Es popular en algunos círculos de denigrar el conocimiento y elevar la pasión, el misticismo, el amor fraternal, la fe ciega o lo que sea. La doctrina cristiana se establece a menudo contra el cristianismo práctico, como si los dos fueran antitéticos. La verdad es ignorada y exaltada la armonía. El conocimiento es despreciado mientras el sentimiento es exaltado. La razón es rechazada y el sentimiento puesto en su lugar. Esto carcome la auténtica madurez espiritual, que siempre se basa en la sana doctrina (cp. Tito 1.6–9). Por supuesto que el conocimiento por sí solo no es una virtud. Si alguien «sabe hacer lo bueno, y no lo hace, le es pecado» (Santiago 4.17). El conocimiento sin amor corrompe el carácter: «El conocimiento envanece, pero el amor edifica» (1 Corintios 8.1). Pero la falta de conocimiento es aun más mortal. Oseas registró la queja del Señor en contra de los líderes espirituales de Israel: «Mi pueblo fue destruido, porque le faltó conocimiento. Por cuanto desechaste el conocimiento, yo te echaré del sacerdocio; y porque olvidaste la ley de tu Dios, también yo me olvidaré de tus hijos» (Oseas 4.6). Todo crecimiento espiritual se basa en el conocimiento de la verdad. La sana doctrina es crucial para un andar espiritual exitoso (Tito 2.1ss). Pablo dijo a los colosenses que el nuevo ser se renueva por el verdadero conocimiento (Colosenses 3.10). El conocimiento es fundamental para nuestra nueva posición en Cristo. Toda la vida cristiana se establece en el conocimiento de los principios divinos, la sana doctrina y la verdad bíblica. Los que repudian el conocimiento en efecto echan por la borda los medios más básicos para el crecimiento espiritual y la salud, dejándoles vulnerables a una serie de enemigos espirituales.

But not nearly as much as the sudden explosion that sent wood, water, and pieces of the beast flying over the lot of them. “What the hell!” Devyl ducked as the sea itself rained down on him. Along with a lot of blood and intestines. He turned to see another ship fast approaching on their starboard side. His gunners struggled to turn their cannons into position for it and reload. As they made ready to fire, he realized that the ship wasn’t aiming at them. It’d struck its mark. Devyl grimaced as soon as he saw who it was. “Halt! ’Tis friendly.” Sort of, anyway. Though a friend should be a little more circumspect than to be firing at them like this. William groaned out loud as he recognized the ship. “Santiago?” “Aye. Bugger’s no doubt thinking to lend us a hand.” Devyl grimaced at the slimy chunks of entrails that clung to him. “Would rather he lend me a towel, to be honest.

Head south where they speak French, cross the mountains through the pass at St Jean, walk until they speak Spanish, then keep the sun at your back in the morning, and in front of you in the afternoon, or by night, follow the stars known as the Milky Way until your reach the sea.” - Codex Calixtinus

but the sea yielded only a few planks broken off from Santiago’s hull.

I wonder what would happen if the days were not pushed? What would happen if the time flowed in its natural sequence? The sky edging from darkness to gray, rising like a tide of light, pushing the flotsam of cloud upward. And then the sun’s rim, liquid gold, the slant of light through twigs and leaf. What would happen if you watched time’s river rise and flow, lifting you on its back and carrying you on its crest, until, lying back, you rested on the receding light, languishing in the slow pools of afternoon, the tips of the firs trembling and lifting, the ropes of birch leaves swaying in the light like sea kelp. To the west, the evening glow would linger, holding on to color. What if you could watch until the last drops spilled from the edge and then you came to know the night? Oh, but what would be served by such a life? Observation. Contemplation. Deliberation. What if your life came unplugged, disconnected, out of sync with the rest of the world? What if you rode this planet on one full circle round its star paying attention to light and plants and water? Seeing the way rain gathers in puddles or dew beads on grass, noticing the day violets open under the firs or ants appear in the bathroom? You could, you know. Shut off the bells. You could cut loose, unplug, begin. You could improve the nick of time.

Few could dispute Esther Ross’s claim that the Arizona was a cutting-edge weapon of its day. The behemoth was built to project American power and counter any aggressor on the high seas. Battleships made completely of steel were themselves relatively new. America’s earliest were the Texas and the Maine, commissioned within a month of each other in 1895. Barely over three hundred feet in length and displacing only sixty-seven hundred tons, they in retrospect have been termed coastal defense battleships or, in the case of the Maine, a mere armored cruiser. The Maine blew up under mysterious circumstances in Havana Harbor, Cuba, in February 1898, and its sinking became a rallying cry during the subsequent Spanish-American War. Short-lived though the war was, it underscored the importance of a battleship Navy. In one storied episode, the two-year-old battleship Oregon raced from the Pacific coast of California all the way around Cape Horn and into the Atlantic to take part in the Battle of Santiago off Cuba. It was a bold display of sea power, but the roundabout nature of the voyage set thirty-nine-year-old Assistant Secretary of the Navy Theodore Roosevelt to thinking about the need for a canal across the Isthmus of Panama. By 1900, the United States Navy floated five battleships and had seven more under construction. Beginning with the Indiana (BB-1), commissioned at the end of 1895, they were each given the designation “BB” for battleship and a number, usually in chronological order from the date when their keels were laid down. Save for the anomaly of the Kearsarge (BB-5), all bore the names of states.

Quizá una nota distintiva de Santiago Nieto sea su protagonismo; contrariando el natural sigilo de las investigaciones a su cargo, busca la notoriedad. Durante su paso por la Fepade, dos casos le permitieron su lucimiento. El primero fue la decisión, en noviembre de 2015, de consignar ante un juez al entonces subsecretario de Prevención y Participación Ciudadana de la Segob, en ese momento la figura más visible del Partido Verde Ecologista de México (PVEM), Arturo Escobar y Vega, por presuntos delitos previstos por la ley: la entrega de 10 mil tarjetas de descuento y la contratación a un proveedor no registrado ante el INE. El PVEM había sido el aliado más útil del gobierno de Enrique Peña Nieto y del PRI (hoy, fiel a su historia, es aliado de Morena).

..todos te pueden clavar un puñal cuando lo necesiten, cuando quieran, cuando sea.

Bacardi Limited was started in Santiago de Cuba by Facundo Bacardí Massó, a wine merchant. Having immigrated to Cuba from Spain in 1830, he refined the method of making a quality rum, which until then was considered an inferior drink compared to grain whiskey. Filtering the rum through charcoal gave it a smoother taste and made it the drink of choice in the island nation. One hundred years later, the company headquarters moved into an art deco building in Havana. Other than drinking it straight, the favorite way of drinking rum was with Coca-Cola, which is now called a “Cuba Libre.” At the time I was there, the midshipmen bought cases of rum for very little money and brought them back to the ship without anyone objecting. The Navy also routinely flew to Cuba, and brought airplane loads of Bacardi Rum back to Pensacola, on what were called “Rum Runs.” This was not considered smuggling, but rather was thought of as “routine multi-engine training flights for U.S. Navy SNB-5 pilots.

The Castro rebellion had its start on July 26, 1953, with an attack on the Moncada Barracks, in Santiago de Cuba. The military success of this raid was limited, but other skirmishes followed, brought on primarily by young people and university students. A strategy of terror on the part of the Batista régime followed, but this brutal behavior backfired and led to the signing by forty-five organizations, in an open letter supporting the revolutionary July 26 Movement. From his encampment high in the Sierra Maestra Mountains, on the eastern end of the island, Fidel Castro and his rebel troops dug in and began a campaign that would eventually lead to Batista’s defeat.

—¿Estáis dispuestos a luchar por vuestras mujeres e hijos, por vuestros hermanos, por los miles de vosotros más que pueblan las calles de Roma, por todos esos desahuciados por el Senado, por todas esas mujeres y niños y amigos que sí creen en vosotros, que sí tienen fe en vosotros? ¿Estáis dispuestos a luchar por mí, que os he armado, que os he adiestrado y que os ofrezco ésta, vuestra única oportunidad? ¿Estáis dispuestos a luchar no sólo por derrotar a los bárbaros, sino por cambiar la historia de Roma? ¿Estáis dispuestos a combatir para demostrar que estas legiones, las auténticas legiones del pueblo de Roma, son más fuertes, más poderosas, más indestructibles que cualquier otra jamás soñada? ¿Estáis dispuestos a luchar por ser partícipes de la gloria de la victoria? ¡Respondedme, porque yo sí estoy dispuesto a luchar con vosotros, a vuestro lado, en la vanguardia de vuestro ejército! ¡Yo sí estoy dispuesto a luchar con vosotros, a morir con vosotros y también a vencer con vosotros! ¿Estáis dispuestos, maldita sea? ¡Por todos los dioses, respondeeeeed!

¡No seas estúpido, Marco! —insistió Cicerón—. ¿Cuándo te darás cuenta de que no vivimos en la república ideal de Platón, sino en la república fundada por Rómulo, que empezó con un hermano matando a otro? Catón tragó saliva y rabia.