Trinidad Quotes

Hermoso rostro. Hermoso cuerpo. Horrible actitud. Era la santa trinidad de los chicos sexys.

I am persecuted because of my writings, I think, therefore, that I should write some more.

People ask me all the time how I got hired onto the Office. Another common question is how do I manage to stay so down-to-earth in the face of such incredible success? ... A third frequently asked question is: "Girl, where you from? Trinidad? Guyana? Dominican Republic? You married? You got kids?" This is mostly asked by guys on the sidewalk selling I LOVE NEW YORK paraphernalia in New York City.

Did you just call me chunks?” I asked. What on earth could that mean? “Choonks,” she corrected. “It means sweetheart in Trinidad.

her favourite writers are Olive Senior from Jamaica, Rosa Guy from Trinidad, Paule Marshall from Barbados, Jamaica Kincaid from Antigua, and Maryse Condé from Guadeloupe

Today, home from Trinidad, I thank James Arthur Baldwin for his legacy of fire. A fine rain of words when we had no tongues. He set fire to our eyes. Made a single look, gesture endure. Made a people meaningful and moral. Responsible finally for all our sweet and terrible lives.

Wait!” I shouted, chasing after him. Leaves sawed at my face and arms as I crashed into the undergrowth. “I have questions! How do I know this is real? What if it’s just a dream with a lowercase d? What if I change my mind about Hel tomorrow?” I stopped. Ganesha was gone, but I still felt presences in the jungle. I turned right and circled around to where I thought they were lurking. I felt them leave as I ran madly through the vegetation, yelling, “Why doesn’t everyone use the metric system? What happened to all of the yeti? How come I’ve never seen my archdruid in Tír na nÓg? Could he be the Most Interesting Man in the World? Why aren’t people from Trinidad and Tobago called Tobaggans? Do you know any Vogon poetry?” I

la guerra, el comercio y la piratería son una trinidad inseparable.

attributed the decay of Hindu society in Trinidad to the rise of the timorous, weak, non-beating class of husband.

María es el santuario y tabernáculo de la Santísima Trinidad, donde Dios mora más magnífica y maravillosamente que en ningún otro lugar del universo,

Few have failed to observe that the much vaunted cultural creativity expressed in Trinidad and Tobago has come principally from the ordinary African descended people at the bottom of the economic ladder.

If you want to see what my Earthsea looks like, you could sail past the Scilly Isles (handy for you Brits); or you could go to a little bay called Trinidad on the far north coast of California on a foggy morning (not so handy for you Brits). But these are both places I saw long after I had mapped and travelled in the Archipelago. It was pleasant to be able to say - ah! yes! that looks just like the West Reach!

Books are silent friends, and should be treated well. I am proud of my books. I hope that my children will use them and preserve them when I am gone from this world. Human friends may betray you, but not so with books. Books contain wisdom for our understanding, humour for our entertainment, information for our development, and matter for our pleasure.

My heart was burning for home. For a moment I felt like crying out, but at the moment of greater pain my mother's voice came back to me. It was as if she was here and talking, Stay and take an education, boy. Take it in, That's the main thing.

Reality is always separate from the ideal; but in Trinidad this fantasy is a form of masochism and is infinitely more cheating than the fantasy which makes the poor delight in films about rich or makes the English singer use and American accent.

Ah, sahib. I know you just come to comfort a old man left to live by hisself. Soomintra say I too old-fashion. And Leela, she always by you. Why you don’t sit down, sahib? It ain’t dirty. Is just how it does look.’ Ganesh didn’t sit down. ‘Ramlogan, I come to buy over your taxis.

A newly converted Trinidad African Muslim, identifying with and being inspired by a Hollywood-made fantasy of a Libyan revolutionary being played by a white Italian-American actor, while engaged in an act of insurrection against his own freely-elected government in Trinidad, was surreal.

Dear Non-American Black, when you make the choice to come to America, you become black. Stop arguing. Stop saying I'm Jamaican or I'm Ghanaian. America doesn't care...What if being black had all the privileges of being white? Would you still say "Don't call me black, I'm from Trinidad"? I don't think so. So you're black, baby.

Find the beauty in everyone and everything, everyday! Roxanne Catherine Mapp

La esperanza que se ve, ya no es esperanza. ¿Cómo esperar lo que uno ve? Pero si esperamos lo que no vemos, en paciencia esperamos (Rm. 8, 24-25),

She recognized that this city was a place that granted you only what you were willing to claim

Absolutely love this particular excerpt: "Books are silent friends, and should be treated well. I am proud of my books. I hope that my children will use them and preserve them when I am gone from this world. Human friends may betray you, but not so with books. Books contain wisdom for our understanding, humour for our entertainment, information for our development, and matter for our pleasure.

George liked it so, that this island was uncompromising and hard for tourists to negotiate. Not all welcome smiles and black men in Hawaiian shirts, playing pan by the poolside. No flat, crystal beaches, no boutique hotels. Trinidad was oil-rich, didn't need tourism. Trinidadians openly sniggered at the sunburnt American women who wandered down the pavement in shorts and bikini top. Trinidad was itself; take it or leave it.

And here …” Now the orange became Tejas: “In the middle of this mess, Tejas, Spanish to the core, God’s bastion, just as in Europe.” He patted the orange, reveling in its security, and said: “God arranges these things according to His grand design. Believe me, Trinidad, Tejas is not where it is by accident. And you’re not in Tejas by accident. Your destiny is to rear Spanish sons who will build there cities much finer than New Orleans.

The Bishop observed later that Trinidad was treated very much like a poor relation or a servant. He was sent on errands, was told without ceremony to fetch the Padre's boots, to bring wood for the fire, to saddle his horse. Father Latour disliked his personality so much that he could scarcely look at him. His fat face was irritatingly stupid, and had the grey, oily look of soft cheeses. The corners of his mouth were deep folds in plumpness, like the creases in a baby's legs, and the steel rim of his spectacles, where it crossed his nose, was embedded in soft flesh. He said not one word during supper, but ate as if he were afraid of never seeing food again. When his attention left his plate for a moment, it was fixed in the same greedy way upon the girl who served the table—and who seemed to regard him with careless contempt. The student gave the impression of being always stupefied by one form of sensual disturbance or another.

The Bishop observed later that Trinidad was treated very much like a poor relation or a servant. He was sent on errands, was told without ceremony to fetch the Padre's boots, to bring wood for the fire, to saddle his horse. Father Latour disliked his personality so much that he could scarcely look at him. His fat face was irritatingly stupid, and had the grey, oily look of soft cheeses. The corners of his mouth were deep folds in plumpness, like the creases in a baby's legs, and the steel rim of his spectacles, where it crossed his nose, was embedded in soft flesh. He said not one word during supper, but ate as if he were afraid of never seeing food again. When his attention left his plate for a moment, it was fixed in the same greedy way upon the girl who served the table—and who seemed to regard him with careless contempt. The student gave the impression of being always stupefied by one form of sensual disturbance or another.

Chantelle has three older brothers. Their parents are divorced, so they spend the weekdays at their mother and stepfather’s house, and the weekends at their father’s house. She says that it’s fun to belong to two places. I know what she means.

For all its celebration of markets and individual initiative, this alliance of government and finance often produces results that bear a striking resemblance to the worst excesses of bureaucratization in the former Soviet Union or former colonial backwaters of the Global South. There is a rich anthropological literature, for instance, on the cult of certificates, licenses, and diplomas in the former colonial world. Often the argument is that in countries like Bangladesh, Trinidad, or Cameroon, which hover between the stifling legacy of colonial domination and their own magical traditions, official credentials are seen as a kind of material fetish—magical objects conveying power in their own right, entirely apart from the real knowledge, experience, or training they’re supposed to represent. But since the eighties, the real explosion of credentialism has been in what are supposedly the most “advanced” economies, like the United States, Great Britain, or Canada.

The weeks before he died, Mr Mohun Biswas, a journalist of Sikkim Street, St James , Port of Spain, was sacked. He had been ill for some time. In less than a year he had spent more than nine weeks at the Colonial Hospital and convalesced at home for even longer. When the doctor advised him to take a complete rest the 'Trinidad Sentinel' had no choice. It gave Mr Biswas three months' notice and continued, up to the time of his death, to supply him every morning with a free copy of the paper.

My Fellow Non-American Blacks: In America, You Are Black, Baby Dear Non-American Black, when you make the choice to come to America, you become black. Stop arguing. Stop saying I’m Jamaican or I’m Ghanaian. America doesn’t care. So what if you weren’t “black” in your country? You’re in America now. We all have our moments of initiation into the Society of Former Negroes. Mine was in a class in undergrad when I was asked to give the black perspective, only I had no idea what that was. So I just made something up. And admit it—you say “I’m not black” only because you know black is at the bottom of America’s race ladder. And you want none of that. Don’t deny now. What if being black had all the privileges of being white? Would you still say “Don’t call me black, I’m from Trinidad”? I didn’t think so. So you’re black, baby. And here’s the deal with becoming black: You must show that you are offended when such words as “watermelon” or “tar baby” are used in jokes, even if you don’t know what the hell is being talked about—and since you are a Non-American Black, the chances are that you won’t know. (In undergrad a white classmate asks if I like watermelon, I say yes, and another classmate says, Oh my God that is so racist, and I’m confused. “Wait, how?”) You must nod back when a black person nods at you in a heavily white area. It is called the black nod. It is a way for black people to say “You are not alone, I am here too.” In describing black women you admire, always use the word “STRONG” because that is what black women are supposed to be in America. If you are a woman, please do not speak your mind as you are used to doing in your country. Because in America, strong-minded black women are SCARY. And if you are a man, be hyper-mellow, never get too excited, or somebody will worry that you’re about to pull a gun. When you watch television and hear that a “racist slur” was used, you must immediately become offended. Even though you are thinking “But why won’t they tell me exactly what was said?” Even though you would like to be able to decide for yourself how offended to be, or whether to be offended at all, you must nevertheless be very offended. When a crime is reported, pray that it was not committed by a black person, and if it turns out to have been committed by a black person, stay well away from the crime area for weeks, or you might be stopped for fitting the profile. If a black cashier gives poor service to the non-black person in front of you, compliment that person’s shoes or something, to make up for the bad service, because you’re just as guilty for the cashier’s crimes. If you are in an Ivy League college and a Young Republican tells you that you got in only because of Affirmative Action, do not whip out your perfect grades from high school. Instead, gently point out that the biggest beneficiaries of Affirmative Action are white women. If you go to eat in a restaurant, please tip generously. Otherwise the next black person who comes in will get awful service, because waiters groan when they get a black table. You see, black people have a gene that makes them not tip, so please overpower that gene. If you’re telling a non-black person about something racist that happened to you, make sure you are not bitter. Don’t complain. Be forgiving. If possible, make it funny. Most of all, do not be angry. Black people are not supposed to be angry about racism. Otherwise you get no sympathy. This applies only for white liberals, by the way. Don’t even bother telling a white conservative about anything racist that happened to you. Because the conservative will tell you that YOU are the real racist and your mouth will hang open in confusion.

By 1900, a small white minority radiating out from Europe would come to control most of world’s land surface, imposing the imperatives of a commercial economy and international trade on Asia’s mainly agrarian societies. Europeans backed by garrisons and gunboats could intervene in the affairs of any Asian country they wished to. They were free to transport millions of Asian labourers to far-off colonies (Indians to the Malay Peninsula, Chinese to Trinidad); exact the raw materials and commodities they needed for their industries from Asian economies; and flood local markets with their manufactured products. The peasant in his village and the market trader in his town were being forced to abandon a life defined by religion, family and tradition amid rumours of powerful white men with a strange god-on-a-cross who were reshaping the world- men who married moral aggressiveness with compact and coherent nation-states, the profit motive and superior weaponry, and made Asian societies seem lumberingly inept in every way, unable to match the power of Europe or unleash their own potential.

You ain’t old yet but when you get old, all the women in the village start to look down on you when they find out you want to do something other than sweep the kitchen or cut up vegetables. Had this big starch mango tree when I was small. Anytime I set myself to climb it, there was always a woman passing by to yell at me and tell me to get down. Asked me why I leaving my poor mother to do all the housework. I never got to the top. It was like God was always watching, ready to send another hag to tell me down. Then, one day, they cut down the tree.

Con frecuencia se me ocurrió pensar en la razón de que sean tan perjudiciales las relaciones demasiado frecuentes entre muchachas; y me parece que esa razón está en que tales relaciones llegan a destruir la ilusión, sin que la expliquen. El más hondo destino de la mujer es ser compañera del hombre: en cambio, si se acostumbra a estar demasiado tiempo con personas del mismo sexo, se convierte en dama de compañía. Si tuviese que imaginarme a la doncella ideal, la colocaría siempre sola en el mundo: ante todo, no debería tener amigas. Es cierto que las Gracias fueron tres, pero jamás se las pinta hablando entre sí; constituyen una trinidad silenciosa, una hermosa unidad femenina.

Dios sabe cómo describirse a sí mismo mucho mejor de lo que nosotros sabemos describirlo. Él sabe que Padre e Hijo se parece más a la relación entre la Primera y la Segunda Persona que ninguna otra cosa en la que podamos pensar. Lo más importante que debemos saber es que es una relación de amor. El Padre se deleita en el Hijo; el Hijo venera al Padre.

Al ser un policía en la división de homicidios, pasas mucho tiempo haciéndole frente a la parte más baja de la especie humana: esa parte que nos convierte en asesinos, violadores, torturadores, ladrones y enemigos. Por eso, cualquier oportunidad que se presente para disfrutar de la risa, de la diversión de pasar tiempo con otro ser humano, la tomas sin titubear.

The news of [James Baldwin's] death reached me in Trinidad around midnight. I was lecturing in the country about African-American literature and liberation, longevity and love, commitment and courage. I could not sleep. I got up and walked out of my hotel room into a night filled with stars. And I sat down in the park and talked to him. About the world. About his work. How grateful we all are that he walked on the earth, that he breathed, that he preached, that he came toward us baptizing us with his holy words. And some of us were saved because of him. Harlem man. Genius. Piercing us with his eyes and his pen. How to write of this beautiful big-eyed man who took on the country with his words? How to make anyone understand his beauty in a country that hates Blacks?

Desde entonces se ha visto —y este hecho habla de la estabilidad de la amalgama— que cada vez que se dudaba de uno de los elementos de la trinidad romana (religión, autoridad, tradición) o se lo eliminaba, los dos restantes ya no eran seguros. Así pues, fue un error por parte de Lutero pensar que ese desafío a la autoridad temporal de la Iglesia y su apelación al juicio individual y no guiado dejarían intactas la tradición y la religión. También se equivocaron Hobbes y los teóricos políticos del siglo XVII al suponer que la autoridad y la religión se podían salvar sin la tradición. Por último, fue un desacierto asimismo el de los humanistas que pensaron que sería posible mantenerse dentro de una tradición intacta de la civilización occidental sin religión y sin autoridad.

las aspas simbolizan cada uno de los estadios de la vida: infancia, madurez y senectud. Pero ese es tan solo uno de los numerosos significados que se le atribuyen al trisquel. A un nivel más profundo, la primera espiral encarna nuestra atadura al mundo físico regido por los sentidos, así como las limitaciones de nuestro cuerpo. La segunda constituye el universo de las ideas, la conciencia y el pensamiento. Y la tercera, la senda del alma para comunicarse con dioses y espíritus. »Asimismo, el trisquel alude al pasado, el presente y el futuro, y su circunferencia, a la totalidad del tiempo, en constante renovación. Pero también representa la trinidad de mente, alma y cuerpo en perfecto equilibrio; el principio y el fin, la evolución y el crecimiento, el aprendizaje perpetuo y la eterna transformación.

Y así es como empezó la teología. La gente ya sabía de la existencia de Dios de una manera vaga. Entonces llegó un hombre que afirmó ser Dios y que no era, sin embargo, la clase de hombre que se podía tachar de lunático. Ese hombre hizo que le creyesen. Volvieron a encontrarlo después de que lo hubieran matado. Y luego, después de que habían sido formados en una pequeña sociedad o comunidad, encontraron de alguna manera a Dios también dentro de ellos: dirigiéndolos, haciéndolos capaces de hacer cosas que no habían podido hacer hasta entonces. Y cuando lo dilucidaron todo, encontraron que habían llegado a la definición cristiana del Dios tripersonal. Esta definición no es algo que hayamos inventado. La teología es, en un sentido, conocimiento experimental. Son las religiones sencillas las que deben inventarse.

Here’s an imaginary twin pair that would be God’s gift to behavior geneticists—identical twin boys separated at birth. One, Shmuel, is raised as an Orthodox Jew in the Amazon; the other, Wolfie, is raised as a Nazi in the Sahara. Reunite them as adults and see if they do similar quirky things like, say, flushing the toilet before using it. Flabbergastingly, one twin pair came close to that. They were born in 1933 in Trinidad to a German Catholic mother and a Jewish father; when the boys were six months of age, the parents separated; the mother returned to Germany with one son, and the other remained in Trinidad with the father. The latter was raised there and in Israel as Jack Yufe, an observant Jew whose first language was Yiddish. The other, Oskar Stohr, was raised in Germany as a Hitler Youth zealot. Reunited and studied by Bouchard, they warily got to know each other, discovering numerous shared behavioral and personality traits including . . . flushing the toilet before use.

Pero en cuanto empiezo a intentar explicar cómo están relacionadas esas tres Personas de la Trinidad tengo que utilizar palabras que hacen que parezca que una de ellas ha estado allí antes de las demás. La Primera Persona se llama el Padre y la Segunda el Hijo. Decimos que la primera engendra la segunda: lo llamamos engendrar y no crear, porque lo que la primera Persona produce es de la misma clase que Ella. En ese aspecto la palabra Padre es la única que podemos utilizar. Pero desgraciadamente ésta sugiere que Ella estuvo ahí primero, del mismo modo que un padre humano existe antes que su hijo. Pero esto no es así. Aquí no hay un antes y un después. Y por eso he dedicado algún tiempo al intento de aclarar cómo una cosa puede ser la fuente, o la causa, o el origen de otra sin haber estado allí antes. El Hijo es porque el Padre es, pero nunca hubo un momento en que el Padre produjera al Hijo. El Hijo es porque el Padre es, pero nunca hubo un momento en que el Padre produjera al Hijo.

Lo que surge de la vida conjunta del Padre y el Hijo es una auténtica Persona; es, de hecho, la Tercera de las tres Personas que son Dios. Esta Tercera Persona se llama, en lenguaje técnico, el Espíritu Santo o el Espíritu de Dios. No os preocupéis ni os sorprendáis si lo encontráis bastante más vago y difuminado en vuestra mente que a los otros dos. Creo que hay una razón por la que esto debe ser así. En la vida cristiana no se suele estar mirándolo a El: Él está siempre actuando en vosotros. Si pensáis en el Padre como en alguien que está «ahí fuera», delante de vosotros, y en el Hijo como en alguien que está a vuestro lado, ayudándoos a orar, intentando convertiros en otro hijo, entonces tenéis que pensar en la Persona como en alguien que está dentro de vosotros, o detrás de vosotros. Son una gran fuente de energía y belleza que mana desde el centro mismo de la realidad. Si estáis cerca de esa fuente, su salpicadura os mojará; si no lo estáis, permaneceréis secos. Una vez que un hombre está unido a Dios, ¿cómo no iba a vivir para siempre?

En la dimensión de Dios, por así decirlo, encontramos un ser que es tres Personas!' mientras sigue siendo un Ser, del mismo modo que un cubo é» seis cuadrados mientras sigue siendo un cubo. Por supuesto, nosotros no podemos concebir del todo a un Ser así, del mismo modo que, si estuviéramos hechos de manera tal que sólo percibiéramos dos dimensiones en el espacio nunca podríamos imaginar adecuadamente un cubo. Pero podemos tener una ligera noción del mismo. Y cuando lo hacemos tenemos, por primera vez en la vida, una idea positiva, por ligera que sea, de algo superpersonal, de algo que es más que una persona.

Toda la danza, o drama, o patrón de conducta de esta vida tri-Personal debe ser llevado a cabo en cada uno de nosotros: o (en el sentido inverso), cada uno de nosotros tiene que entrar en ese patrón de conducta, tomar su puesto en esa danza. No hay otro camino hacia la felicidad para la que hemos sido hechos. Sabréis que las cosas buenas además de las malas se contagian por una suerte de infección. Son una gran fuente de energía y belleza que mana desde el centro mismo de la realidad. Si estáis cerca de esa fuente, su salpicadura os mojará; si no lo estáis, permaneceréis secos. Una vez que un hombre está unido a Dios, ¿cómo no iba a vivir para siempre?

El Espíritu Santo es una persona. Igual que tú, Él puede sentir, percibir y responder. Él se duele. Él tiene la habilidad de amar y la habilidad de odiar. Él habla, y tiene Su propia voluntad. Pero exactamente, ¿quién es Él? El Espíritu Santo es el Espíritu de Dios el Padre y el Espíritu de Dios el Hijo. Él es el poder de la Deidad—el poder de la Trinidad. ¿Cuál es Su obra? La obra del Espíritu es traer el mandamiento del Padre y la ejecución del Hijo. Para entender la obra del Espíritu Santo necesitamos entender la obra del Padre y del Hijo. Dios el Padre es el que da el mandamiento. Él es el que siempre ha dicho: «Sea hecho». Desde el principio, ha sido Dios, quién da las órdenes. Por otro lado, es Dios el Hijo quien ejecuta el mandamiento del Padre. Cuando Dios el Padre dijo: «Sea la luz», Dios el Hijo vino y lo hizo. Luego, Dios el Espíritu Santo trajo la luz. Permíteme ilustrarlo en esta forma. Si yo te pido: «Por favor, enciende la luz», tres fuerzas estarían envueltas. Primero, yo sería el que daría la orden. Segundo, tú serías el que iría al interruptor y lo enciendes. En otras palabras, tú eres el ejecutor de la orden. Pero finalmente, ¿quién trae la luz? No soy yo, ni tú. Es el poder—la electricidad—lo que produce la luz. El Espíritu Santo es el poder de Dios. Él es el poder del Padre y del Hijo. Él es quien ejecuta la obra del Hijo.

Las palabras «Dios es Amor» no tienen un significado real a menos que Dios contenga al menos a dos Personas. El amor es algo que una persona siente por otra persona. Si Dios fuera una sola persona entonces, antes de que el mundo fuese creado, Dios no era amor. Y esa es, de paso, tal vez la diferencia más importante entre el cristianismo y todas las demás religiones: que en el cristianismo Dios no es una Cosa -ni siquiera una Persona- estática, sino una actividad dinámica y pulsante, una vida, casi una especie de drama. Casi, si no me tomáis por irreverente, una suerte de danza. La unión entre el Padre y el Hijo es algo tan vivo y concreto que esta unión misma es en sí una Persona.

Bakın. Evvelce söylediğim gibi, buraya yıllar önce geldiniz, ellerinizi çırptınız ve üç yüz kent fırlayıverdi ! Sonra dikenli tellerin içine beş yüz başka ulus, devlet, halk, din ve siyasal düzen eklediniz. Böylece dertler başladı. Ah, görebileceğiniz bir şey değildi. Her şey rüzgarda ve aralardaki boşluklardaydı. Ama bu dikenli tellerin dışındaki sorunların aynısıydı; ağız dalaşları, ayaklanmalar, görünmez savaşlar. Ama sonunda sorun yatıştı. Neden olduğunu bilmek ister misiniz?... Çünkü Baston ile Trinidad'ı birleştirdiniz. Trinidad'ın bir kısmı Lizbon'dan başını uzatıyor, Lizbon'un bir kısmı lskenderiye'ye yaslanıyor. lskenderiye Şangay'a dalıyor ve arada bir sürü mıh ve çivi, Chattanooga, Oshkosh, Oslo, Sweet Water, Soissons, Beyrut, Bombay ve Port Arthur gibi. New York'ta bir adamı vuruyorsunuz, sendeleyip Atina'da devrilip ölüyor. Chicago'da siyasal bir rüşvet alınıyor, Londra'da birileri hapse giriyor. Zencinin birini Alabama'da asıyorsunuz, Macaristan'da birileri onu gömmek zorunda kalıyor. Polonya'nın ölü Yahudileri Sydney, Portland ve Tokyo'nun sokaklarını dolduruyor. Berlin'de adamın birinin karnına bıçak saplıyorsunuz, Memphis'te bir çiftçinin sırtından çıkıyor. Yakın, o kadar yakın ki. Onun için burada huzurumuz var. O kadar iç içeyiz ki, huzur olmak zorunda, yoksa geriye bir şey kalmaz ! Kim, ne sebeple başlatmış olursa olsun, bir yangın hepimizi yok eder.

One of the gunmen in the room, ending his call to his wife, and seeing me typing, came across and shook my hand. “You going to make a lot of money off this story!” the gunman with the Rastafarian hairstyle said. His pump-action shotgun was slung in the crook of his arm. He was smiling. “Yeah”, I said. “If I get out of here alive.” “You all right, you going to be all right”, he said, laughing. But you see me? I don’t know too much about my future right now.” “Everybody’s going to be all right,” I said. He laughed again. And reached into his back pocket and came out with a little white slip of paper in his hand. “I don’t know about me,” he said, smiling. “But if you write the story and make a lot of money, maybe you could get these things for the wife for me.” He handed me the slip of paper. On it, in block letters, was an itemized list: TV SET VIDEO SET WASHING MACHINE FRIDGE For a moment I shook my head in bewilderment, looking at that list. But he was laughing again and saying: “So if you make a lot of money off your book, get those things for the wife for me, nuh.” I said: “Sure.” I pocketed the note and walked away, flooded by nausea, thinking: so this is what he’s in it for, this young Trinidadian with the Rasta hairdo, the fake army camouflage shirt and pants tucked into his big soldier-looking black boots, with the wicked-looking shotgun crooked in his arm. A free television set. A video set. A washing machine. A fridge.

Lo que surge de la vida conjunta del Padre y el Hijo es una auténtica Persona; es, de hecho, la Tercera de las tres Personas que son Dios. Esta Tercera Persona se llama, en lenguaje técnico, el Espíritu Santo o el Espíritu de Dios. No os preocupéis ni os sorprendáis si lo encontráis bastante más vago y difuminado en vuestra mente que a los otros dos. Creo que hay una razón por la que esto debe ser así. En la vida cristiana no se suele estar mirándolo a El: Él está siempre actuando en vosotros. Si pensáis en el Padre como en alguien que está «ahí fuera», delante de vosotros, y en el Hijo como en alguien que está a vuestro lado, ayudándoos a orar, intentando convertiros en otro hijo, entonces tenéis que pensar en la Persona como en alguien que está dentro de vosotros, o detrás de vosotros.

¿Pero cómo va ese hombre a unirse a Dios? ¿Cómo es posible para nosotros ser absorbidos en la vida tri-Personal? En nuestro estado natural no somos hijos de Dios: sólo somos (por así decirlo) estatuas. No poseemos Zoe o vida espiritual: sólo poseemos Bios o vida biológica que a su tiempo se agotará y morirá. Pues bien, todo lo que ofrece el cristianismo es esto: que podemos, si dejamos que Dios se salga con la Suya, llegar a compartir la vida de Cristo. Si lo hacemos, estaremos compartiendo una vida que fue engendrada, no creada, que siempre ha existido y que siempre existirá. Cristo es el Hijo de Dios. Si compartimos esta clase de vida nosotros también seremos hijos de Dios. Amaremos al Padre como Él le ama y el Espíritu Santo se despertará en nosotros. El vino a este mundo y se hizo hombre para difundir a otros hombres la clase de vida que Él tiene, a través de lo que yo llamo una «buena infección». Cada cristiano debe convertirse en un pequeño Cristo.

Un cristiano corriente se arrodilla para hacer sus oraciones. Está intentando ponerse en contacto con Dios. Pero si es cristiano sabe que lo que le está instando a orar también es Dios: Dios, por así decirlo, dentro de él. Pero también sabe que todo su conocimiento real de Dios le viene a través de Cristo, el Hombre que es Dios…, que Cristo está de pie a su lado, ayudándole a orar, orando con él. ¿Veis lo que está ocurriendo? Dios es aquello a lo cual él está orando, la meta que está intentando alcanzar. Dios es también lo que dentro de él le empuja, la fuerza de su motivación. Dios es también el camino o puente a lo largo del cual está siendo empujado hacia esa meta! De manera que la triple vida del Ser tripersonal está de hecho teniendo lugar en ese dormitorio corriente en el que un hombre corriente está diciendo sus oraciones. Ese hombre está siendo captado por la clase de vida más alta, lo que yo llamo Zoe o vida espiritual: está siendo atraído hacia Dios, por Dios, mientras que sigue siendo el mismo.

Calypso Blues" Wa oh oh, wa oh oh Wa oh wa oh wa oh way Wa oh oh, wa oh oh Wa oh wa oh wa oh way Sittin' by de ocean Me heart, she feel so sad, Sittin' by de ocean, Me heart, she feel so sad Don't got de money To take me back to Trinidad. Fine calypso woman, She cook me shrimp and rice, Fine calypso woman, She cook me shrimp and rice These Yankee hot dogs Don't treat me stomach very nice. In Trinidad, one dollar buy Papaya juice, banana pie, Six coconut, one female goat, An' plenty fish to fill de boat. One bushel bread, one barrel wine, An' all de town, she come to dine. But here is bad, one dollar buy Cup of coffee, ham on rye. Me throat she sick from necktie, Me feet hurt from shoes. Me pocket full of empty, I got Calypso blues. She need to, bubble like perculatah' She come from Trinidad so winin' in her nature Never can't I assess a reps until failure Tell her if she stops she needs fe fly Air Jamaica Anytime she land she nah go feel like no stranger Carry us beyond we similar in behavior Them no understand our customs and we flavor Need a natty dred to be the new care taker, lord! These Yankee girl give me big scare, Is black de root, is blond de hair. Her eyelash false, her face is paint, And pads are where de girl she ain't! She jitterbugs when she should waltz, I even think her name is false. But calypso girl is good a lot, Is what you see, is what she got. Sittin' by de ocean Me heart, she feel so sad, Don't got de money To take me back to Trinidad. Wa oh oh, wa oh oh Wa oh wa oh wa oh way Wa oh oh, wa oh oh Wa oh wa oh wa oh way She need to, she need to, she need to, bubble like perculatah' She come from Trinidad so winin' in her nature Never can't I assess a reps until failure Tell her if she stops she needs fe fly Air Jamaica Anytime she land she nah go feel like no stranger Carry us beyond we similar in behavior Them no understand our customs and we flavor Need a natty dred to be the new care taker, lord! Wa oh oh, wa oh oh Wa oh wa oh wa oh way Wa oh oh, wa oh oh Wa oh wa oh wa oh way

The clouds parted on your way Dear...did you see it...the angels sang that much sweeter Mum..did you notice...God Himself met you at the Gates...did you thank Him...He gave you rest, peace, and Happiness..no more pain..and suffering Mother Dear... you are Home now.." To Sheila Robertson from your Loving Son...Forever Yours Mum...Christopher

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I say, ‘Man, you best behave youself this time, cause we ain’t never getting this mattress out from in here.’ … Berry say, ‘Don’t you worry about that. Cause I’s a married man now, I got to behave. My name done write.’ He say, ‘Why I going in some other bed when I got this big foam bed to lie in?’ I say, ‘It ain’t the bed it’s who does hot the sheets.’ He say, ‘Well best bring them sheets let we hot them up right now.

He had no mother but Mother Jones Crying from a jail window of Trinidad: “All I want is room enough to stand And shake my fist at the enemies of the human race.

sabiduría y el valor. También ha sido utilizado como símbolo de la Santísima Trinidad”.

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El general Simón José Antonio de la Santísima Trinidad Bolívar y Palacios se iba para siempre. Había arrebatado al dominio español un imperio cinco veces más vasto que las Europas, había dirigido veinte años de guerras para mantenerlo libre y unido, y lo había gobernado con pulso firme hasta la semana anterior, pero a la hora de irse no se llevaba ni siquiera el consuelo de que se lo creyeran.

Trinidad wouldn’t trust Blaze and probably would punish him for simply being told he was next in charge. In return, Blaze would tell me every little thing I wanted to know in order to win my favor.

The clay pot wishes to laugh at the iron pot. --Trinidad proverb

Al entregarle a Trinidad su abrigo, bastón y sombrero, le sonríe con esa amabilidad democrática de quien está acostumbrado a seducir a pobres, ricos, chulapos y marquesas, esclavos y criados, perros y gatos, a todos por igual. —Buenas

Of course I am confused. I've only been here for 57 years.

»Asimismo, el trisquel alude al pasado, el presente y el futuro, y su circunferencia, a la totalidad del tiempo, en constante renovación. Pero también representa la trinidad de mente, alma y cuerpo en perfecto equilibrio; el principio y el fin, la evolución y el crecimiento, el aprendizaje perpetuo y la eterna transformación.

Dear Lord take to to that place high up in the hills then down into the valley of peace where my mind is at rest, my soul is awakened with joy, the colours are brighter, the water clearer and my entire being is in your Loving Hands" Amen

The fleeting beating butterfly thing we call love that only lasts as long as it does and just like the fluttering wings of the butterfly its gone before you can wink.

Que tu hermano en Changó, Simón José Antonio de la Santísima Trinidad Bolívar, te acompañe y te proteja y nunca aparte de tu corazón la patria de su hermano José Martí, Cuba —dice el babalao. Hugo respira profundamente e intuye que muy dentro de sí yace la esencia de la eternidad. Ahora sí se siente asistido por el espíritu inmortal de Bolívar.

cómo el amor es el elemento primordial de nuestra existencia, sino también un grueso hilo utilizado para hilvanar el alma al cuerpo.

la mayoría de las veces cubrimos al objeto de nuestro afecto con una capa de azúcar para evitar mirar sus imperfecciones.

nos obsesionamos tanto por encontrar cariño, que olvidamos que es la parte que viene después de encontrar el amor la que debe preocuparnos.

I had never examined this fear of Trinidad. I had never wished to. In my novels I had only expressed this fear; and it is only now, at the moment of writing, that I am able to attempt to examine it. I knew Trinidad to be unimportant, uncreative, cynical. The only professions were those of law and medicine, because there was no need for any other; and the most successful people were commission agents, bank managers and members of the distributive trades. Power was recognized, but dignity was allowed to no one. Every person of eminence was held to be crooked and contemptible. We lived in a society which denied itself heroes.

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Frankly, I'm a recent convert to the delights of pure plantation chocolate. I adore chocolate in all its many forms, but my current passion is couture chocolates made with the selected beans from single plantations all around the world-- Trinidad, Tobago, Ecuador, Venezuela, New Guinea. Exotic locations, all of them. They are--out and out--the best type of chocolate. In my humble opinion. The Jimmy Choos of the chocolate world. Though truffles are a fierce competitor. (Strictly speaking, truffles are confectionary as opposed to chocolates, but I feel that's making me sound like a chocolate anorak.) Another obsession of mine is Green & Black's chocolate bars. Absolute heaven. I've turned Autumn on to the rich, creamy bars, which she can eat without any guilt, because they're made from organic chocolate and the company practices fair trade with the bean growers. Can't say I'm not a caring, sharing human being, right? When my friend eats the Maya Gold bar, she doesn't have to toss and turn all night thinking about the fate of the poor cocoa bean farmers. I care about Mayan bean pickers, too, but frankly I care more about the blend of dark chocolate with the refreshing twist of orange, perfectly balanced by the warmth of cinnamon, nutmeg and vanilla. Those Mayan blokes certainly know what they're doing. Divine. I hope they have happy lives knowing that so many women depend on them. So as not to appear a chocolate snob, I also shove in Mars Bars, Snickers and Double Deckers as if they're going out of fashion. Like the best, I was brought up on a diet of Cadbury and Nestlé, with Milky Bars and Curly Wurlys being particular favorites---and both of which I'm sure have grown considerably smaller with the passing of the years. Walnut Whips are a bit of a disappointment these days too. They're not like they used to be. Doesn't stop me from eating them, of course---call it product research.

I know the sort of doctors it have in Trinidad,’ my mother used to say. ‘They think nothing of killing two three people before breakfast.’ This wasn’t as bad as it sounds: in Trinidad the midday meal is called breakfast.

1961–63: Trinidad, West Indies A team of nutritionists from the United States reports that malnutrition is a serious medical problem on the island, but so is obesity. Nearly a third of the women older than twenty-five are obese. The average caloric intake among these women is estimated at fewer than two thousand calories a day—less than the minimum recommended at the time by the Food and Agriculture Organization of the United Nations as necessary for a healthy diet.

After 50 years of independence and several governments, and several elections, we are yet to establish good governance in Trinidad and Tobago. We are yet to fully embrace the principles of democracy, transparency, accountability, integrity. These still elude us and our people are becoming frustrated. We must break out from what I call the clutches of mal-governance. This calls for a new thinking, a paradigm shift. We cannot continue with the same old ways. People are getting tired”. This I believe, was, and still is today the view of many.

hesitated. Most English people I’d met would ask me questions about the island with the expectation that I should fit the complexity of Trinidad into my single body for their benefit. None of them had ever been there, so to them we were specimens of curiosity, realities risen from a tropical Petri dish that until very recently sat under a British flag. Most

El analfabetismo, la pobreza y el alcohol formaron la santísima trinidad del mito, el dogma sobre el que se construyó la empatía con Corbatta. Y los fundamentos que explicarían su drama personal.

La igualdad ante la ley es enemiga de la nueva santísima trinidad: «Diversidad, Equidad, Inclusión» (DEI).

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En una región del mundo con frecuencia conocida por su cultura machista, en los últimos años, mujeres de gran poder y talento han gobernado a Argentina, Brasil, Chile, Costa Rica, Jamaica, Panamá, Nicaragua, Guyana y Trinidad y Tobago, y también se han desempeñado como gobernantes interinas en Ecuador y Bolivia.

In fact the best plan would have you wintering in the Bahamas, spend hurricane season in DR and PR, the next winter in the Virgins, Leewards and Windwards, the next summer in Venezuela and the third winter in Trinidad. Now you’ve got lots of time.

The New York State Department of Corrections has collected information about the top ten nationalities in its prisons for years—a practice that will presumably end as soon as this book is published. Foreign inmates were 70 percent more likely to have committed a violent crime than American criminals. They were also twice as likely to have committed a class A felony, such as aggravated murder, kidnapping, and terrorism.19 In 2010, the top ten countries of the foreign-born inmates were:           Dominican Republic: 1,314           Jamaica: 849           Mexico: 523           Guyana: 289           El Salvador: 245           Cuba: 242           Trinidad and Tobago: 237           Haiti: 201           Ecuador: 189           Colombia: 16820 Most readers are agog at the number of Dominicans in New York prisons, having spent years reading New York Times articles about Dominicans’ “entrepreneurial zeal,”21 and “traditional immigrant virtues.”22 Even in an article about the Dominicans’ domination of the crack cocaine business, the Times praised their “savvy,” which had allowed them to become “highly successful” drug dealers, then hailed their drug-infested neighborhoods as the “embodiment of the American Dream—a vibrant, energetic urban melting pot.”23

his voice barely above a whisper. “There’s no more room in hell.” His face was set in a grim expression, his eyes downcast. “What?” Steve spun around, not believing what he had just heard uttered. Peter took the wide-brimmed hat off his head and wiped his forearm across his sweating brow. He leaned against the railing and gazed long and hard at the couple. “Somethin’ my grandaddy used to tell us. You know Macumba? Voodoo? Grandaddy was a priest in Trinidad. Used to tell us, ‘When there’s no more room in hell, the dead will walk the earth!

name—Simón José Antonio de la Santísima Trinidad Bolívar y Palacios Ponte y Blanco—Bol

Con todo, puede argumentarse con precisión que para entender todo esto –quién es Dios, por qué necesitamos salvación, qué hizo para salvarnos– debemos conocer las enseñanzas básicas de toda la Biblia. J. Gresham Machen, por ejemplo, se refiere a las doctrinas bíblicas de Dios y el hombre como las «presuposiciones del evangelio».10 Esto quiere decir que es totalmente necesario entender las doctrinas de la Trinidad, la encarnación de Cristo, el pecado original y el pecado en general.. Si no entendemos, por ejemplo, que Jesús fue no solo un hombre bueno, sino la segunda persona de la Trinidad, o si no entendemos lo que significa la «ira de Dios», es imposible comprender lo que Jesús hizo en la cruz.

Nosotros, los seres humanos, en nuestra búsqueda frenética por control, nos la hemos rebuscado para remover la naturalidad de la muerte.

Every mother needs a wife. My wife’s name is Dawa Chodon. Sometimes it is Mercy Caballero. It used to be Jackie Johnson. Dawa is from Tibet and Mercy is from the Philippines. Jackie is from Trinidad. Over the past five years they have helped me and Will take care of our children. We are lucky. Some people cannot afford this option and have little family support. Every mother needs a wife. Some mothers’ wives are their mothers. Some mothers’ wives are their husbands. Some mothers’ wives are their friends and neighbors. Every working person needs someone to come home to and someone to come get them out of the home. Someone who asks questions about their day and maybe fixes them something to eat. Every mother needs a wife who takes care of her and helps her become a better mother. The women who have helped me have stood in my kitchen and shared their lives. They have made me feel better about working so hard because they work hard too. They are wonderful teachers and caretakers and my children’s lives are richer because they are part of our family. The biggest lie and biggest crime is that we all do this alone and look down on people who don’t.

Blanchet himself turned his attention to the rivers, establishing observation posts on the Chagres, Trinidad, Obispo, and the Río Grande; these were equipped with fluviographs, which confirmed the challenge that the rainy season would bring to the successful construction and running of the canal, with rivers rising 20 feet in as many hours and their rate of discharge increasing overnight from 3,000 to over 60,000 cubic feet per second. By

Era la estatua ecuestre de Simón Bolívar. Nadie menos: el general Simón José Antonio de la Santísima Trinidad Bolívar y Palacios, mi héroe desde que me lo ordenó mi abuelo, con su radiante uniforme de gala y su cabeza de emperador romano, cagado por las golondrinas.

Trinidad was normally laid back and didn’t speak much, but today he was running his damn mouth too much for my nerves. “You

Now Trinidad had a conscience. Something was off and I was going to find out about that as soon as I dealt with J-Boy.

After killing that snitchin’ ass nigga Trinidad, I elevated J-Boy to the point where he was now over his trap and Trinidad’s.

I knew I was playing with fire messing with J-Boy while I was still fuckin’ around with Trinidad. Although Trinidad was still with my sister, he’d made it clear that he claimed my ass as his.

Although I couldn’t stand my sister, I hadn’t told anyone who her baby daddy was. I kept that a secret from J-Boy for more than one reason; partly because Kelis asked me to, but mostly because I didn’t want him to know of the connection between me and Trinidad.

«Parca»? —

I went to dinner with my friend from Trinidad, Sheba. She made me feel better. She cussed Darius out in Trinidadian creole.

Fracasar en morir debe ser una de las decepciones más inesperadas.

the sun had tanned her so that the rich velvety blackness of her skin glistened and she felt so much herself on those days of Carnival, soaked so deeply with a sense of her own beauty, that after the festival, she continued to keep her hair in the same fashion and wear her skin with the same pride, the result being that men took her for a foreign woman