Showing posts with label kiss. Show all posts
Showing posts with label kiss. Show all posts

Monday, June 9, 2025

Bésame Mucho: A Love Song, A Protest Anthem, A Revolution of the Heart

 

🎵 Bésame Mucho: A Love Song, A Protest Anthem, A Revolution of the Heart

By Tina Winterlik aka Zipolita
#WarriorUpWithArt #FightBackWithArt #LoveAlwaysWins

“Kiss me, kiss me a lot… as if tonight were the last time.”
It's not just a love song. It’s a shield. A torch. A promise.

We live in a world of fear, separation, ICE raids, injustice… but this song? This song reminds us that love—raw, romantic, unfiltered love—is the most powerful force we have.

And it was born from imagination, innocence, and faith.


🌹 The Woman Who Had Never Been Kissed

In 1940, at just 24 years old, Consuelo Velázquez, a classically trained Mexican pianist, composed Bésame Mucho after witnessing an emotional opera scene.
At the time… she had never even been kissed.

Yet somehow, from that untouched place in her heart, she wrote the most translated and recorded Mexican song in history.

Mistaken for a man in many countries, her authorship was hidden in plain sight. But this wasn't a man's work—it was the tender, brave expression of a young woman writing as if love were rebellion.

She went on to compose many more works, defend artists’ rights, and serve in Mexican Congress—never loud, always passionate. She passed away on January 22, 2005.


✊ When Singing Becomes Resistance

🎤 The Singing Revolution (Estonia, Latvia, Lithuania)

1987–1991: Hundreds of thousands gathered to sing for their independence from Soviet rule. Singing—illegal under occupation—was their weapon. And they won. Without war.
They showed the world: a song can be a revolution.

🌺 The Carnation Revolution (Portugal, 1974)

A military dictatorship fell—without a single shot. Why?
Because soldiers listened to songs played on the radio.
And people placed flowers in rifles instead of firing them.
They sang. They danced. They freed their country.


💔 When ICE Comes… SING

Sing Bésame Mucho at the top of your lungs.
Sing when you're scared.
Sing when they knock.
Sing together, arm in arm.
Let your voice become the anthem that melts cold hearts.
Let love vibrate the walls they try to build.

Because love is more powerful than hate.
Love will prevail.
Love will WIN.
LOVE ALWAYS WINS.
Have faith. 🌈


🎶 “Think that maybe tomorrow, I’ll already be far, very far from you…”
That’s the feeling of protest. Of goodbye. Of holding on. Of fighting for the right to stay, to love, to live.

So SING. Sing like the revolution depends on it—because it does.
Let this song be your light.


💖 Dedicated with love…

To my beautiful mother, who passed away on January 22, 2007, the same day as Consuelo Velázquez two years later.
Two strong, soulful women whose love lives on—in memory, in melody, and in every brave heart that chooses love over fear.
Te amo siempre. 💕



Sunday, May 8, 2011

We Really Miss You Moma


Blog post by Tina Winterlik © 2011

http://tinawinterlik.blogspot.com 

Mother's Day is tough.
It's been tough since I lost my mom in 2007, and I can finally talk about it now with out getting all teary and choking up. That just sort of happened in the last few months. Not sure what it is, peace, calm, numbness.


It's Angel that cries. They say 8 is really hard because that's when children realize we are mortal. She misses her Grama so much lately and cries often. Tonight I spent along time consoling her.

Angel helping Grama do her buttons

She says how much she misses her soft, soft skin. She wants to give a letter to the mailman, get him to take it to the wizards and get them to turn back time. She wants to give Grama a big Smooch and make little wool doll for her.

My mom - by Tina Winterlik © 2011



I feel like a big meany. I'm not overwhelmed with tears and grief, I'm dried up, it took 4 years, but I don't feel the deep empty sadness that caused the tears to flow whenever I thought her.

This last move was tough and I shed a lot of tears then, I have alot of my mom's things and when I unpacked them from storage they brought out tons of memories and emotions.  Maybe that's why I feel peaceful, I feel her all around me.

I feel sad for Angel. Losing her Grama so young, I only had my Grama til I was 18 but still I had her for so much longer than Angel. We have lovely surrogate grandmas that have stepped up to the plate and comforted and played Grandma for Angel, but still it's not the same and they aren't around all the time so it's hard for my little cherub, and that fact she has no grandparents sucks.

 Part of me starts to say, "Well if you hadn't had her at 40" but you can what if things to death. It's just life.

This is life.

I guess my point in all this is don't take your family for granted, EVER


Various Family Photo- Copyrighted

Document Life. Take tons of photos & video. Video is beautiful, it captures sound. Record your parents and children's stories.

I miss my mom's voice, I didn't have a video camera til later, and I don't even have a phone message of my mom's voice. I wish I could hear her.  I can if I concentrate, or a memory triggers it, but I'd love to hear her voice again.

I'm the one with the Teddy bear


I don't mean to be a bummer on Mother's Day!

I just want you to Really Appreciate the People you Love and That Love You.

Go out and Hug everyone & "Tell Them You Love Them." 


Don't hold back, you've got nothing to lose.