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

 

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🎵 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.

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🌹 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.

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✊ 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.

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💔 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. 🌈

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🎶 “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.

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💖 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. 💕

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Bésame, bésame mucho
Como si fuera esta noche la última vez
Bésame, bésame mucho
Que tengo miedo a perderte, perderte después

Bésame, bésame mucho
Como si fuera esta noche la última vez
Bésame, bésame mucho
Que tengo miedo a perderte, perderte después

Quiero tenerte muy cerca
Mirarme en tus ojos, verte junto a mí
Piensa que tal vez mañana
Yo ya estaré lejos, muy lejos de ti

Bésame, bésame mucho
Como si fuera esta noche la última vez
Bésame, bésame mucho
Que tengo miedo a perderte, perderte después

Bésame, bésame mucho
Que tengo miedo a perderte, perderte después
Que tengo miedo a perderte
Perderte después.  

The Great Divide: Reflections on Mass Deportations and the Changing Face of Mexico

As I sit here, reflecting on the current state of the world, my heart aches for Mexico, the country that has been my second home for so many years. The news of mass deportations feels like a storm on the horizon—one that threatens to deepen divisions, uproot lives, and transform the very essence of a nation.

A video I recently saw struck a nerve. A woman passionately spoke out against those supporting these deportations, calling on them to stop enjoying Mexican food, music, and culture. She went further, addressing Latinos who only embrace their heritage when it’s convenient, a sentiment that cuts deep. It’s a stark reminder of how interconnected—and yet fractured—our world has become.

For over 20 years, I’ve lived and traveled in Mexico, embracing its culture, struggles, and joys. I’ve seen the good, the bad, and everything in between. I raised my daughter to know her heritage, immersing her in Mexico’s vibrant culture. Together, we traveled from town to town, learning, growing, and adopting a family of our own among the locals.

But I’ve also seen the changes—gentrification pushing locals out of their homes, natural disasters devastating communities, and tourism that sometimes feels more exploitative than celebratory. I remember the heartbreaking loss of Gloria, a woman who cherished the sacredness of nudity and worked to preserve the simple life in Zipolite. Her vision was trampled by the influx of sex tourism, a painful reality that’s hard to reconcile with the spiritual and sacred roots of the region.

The fire, the hurricanes, the hookworm, and the constant struggle to make ends meet—all of it connected me deeply to the Mexican people and their resilience. We shared pain and joy, heartbreak and hope. Yet, even amidst these shared experiences, I’ve seen the resentment grow. Foreigners, myself included, are not always seen as allies but as contributors to the problems—overdevelopment, rising costs, and cultural erosion.

And now, with deportations increasing, what will Mexico become? How will the influx of displaced people reshape its communities, its economy, its identity? It’s hard not to worry about the impact on the families left behind, the resources stretched thin, and the inevitable tensions that arise when people are forced into desperate situations.

For those of us who have lived and loved in Mexico, this isn’t just a political issue—it’s personal. I miss my Mexican family deeply. They welcomed me into their lives, made me feel at home, and taught me so much about resilience, love, and community. I’ve always said I’m like a Mexican dog—loyal, finding my family and returning year after year. But this year, I can’t go back.

The Great Divide feels more real than ever. The divisions between North and South, rich and poor, local and foreigner—it’s all becoming sharper, harder to ignore. And yet, my love for Mexico and its people remains unwavering.

I don’t have answers, only questions and reflections. What can we do to bridge these divides? How can we honor the cultures we love without contributing to their exploitation? And how do we stand in solidarity with those who are suffering, whether in Mexico, Canada, or the United States?

These are the questions I carry with me, and I hope they spark something in you, too.

If you’ve ever felt the warmth of a Mexican family, danced to their music, or shared a meal at their table, now is the time to reflect on what that means. Let’s not contribute to the Great Divide. Instead, let’s strive for connection, understanding, and respect—for Mexico and for the world.

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Blog post by Tina Winterlik © 2014
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This is awesome, now I don't feel quite so bad for not being fluent ;) Check this out!

Feliz Cinco de Mayo

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FELIZ CINCO DE MAYO!!

Photo by Tina Winterlik   © 2013

Photo by Tina Winterlik   © 2013

The Flight of the Butterflies- Trailer

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WOW! I so badly want to take Angel to Morelia or near there and see the Monarchs. What an lifechanging experience that would be. :D




From WikipediaMonarchs are especially noted for their lengthy annual migration. In North America they make massive southward migrations starting in August until the first frost. A northward migration takes place in the spring. The monarch is the only butterfly that migrates both north and south as the birds do on a regular basis. But no single individual makes the entire round trip. Female monarchs deposit eggs for the next generation during these migrations.[22]

 By the end of October, the population east of the Rocky Mountains migrates to the sanctuaries of the Mariposa Monarca Biosphere Reserve within the Trans-Mexican Volcanic Belt pine-oak forests in the Mexican states of Michoacán and México. The western population overwinters in various sites in central coastal and southern California, United States, notably in Pacific Grove, Santa Cruz, and Grover Beach. The length of these journeys exceeds the normal lifespan of most monarchs, which is less than two months for butterflies born in early summer. The last generation of the summer enters into a non-reproductive phase known as diapause and may last seven months or more.[8]

During diapause, butterflies fly to one of many overwintering sites. The generation that overwinters generally does not reproduce until it leaves the overwintering site sometime in February and March. It is thought that the overwinter population of those east of the Rockies may reach as far north as Texas and Oklahoma during the spring migration. It is the second, third and fourth generations that return to their northern locations in the United States and Canada in the spring.

How the species manages to return to the same overwintering spots over a gap of several generations is still a subject of research; the flight patterns appear to be inherited, based on a combination of the position of the sun in the sky[23] and a time-compensated Sun compass that depends upon a circadian clock that is based in their antennae.[24][25]

New research has also shown that Monarch butterflies can use the earth's magnetic field for orientation. The antennae contain cryptochrome, a photoreceptor protein that is sensitive to the violet-blue part of the spectrum. In the presence of violet or blue light it can function as a chemical compass, which tells the animal if it is aligned with the earth's magnetic field, but it is unable to tell the difference between the magnetic North or South. The complete magnetical sense is present in a single antenna.[26][27]

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Monarch_butterfly

Starved For Attention

 STARVED FOR ATTENTION
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Here in BC we have a huge child poverty problem, and it's nothing compared to Africa and similar places damaged by war and natural disasters. I can not do much but I can share this info with you. By sharing and talking about it, we can enlighten people and hopefully not turn away.

The thing that I have noticed is that some people have so much wealth they just can not even comprehend what it would be like to have no groceries in the house, or their child being hungry and having to say "I'm sorry, but that's all we have right now."

The world is so distorted, as people zoom around and street race in their super expensive cars and go home to their $500,000 home, to watch their big screen TV and text their friends on their Iphones.

What can we do? They say, I work hard for my money. I earned it! I deserve it.

Well maybe so, but just remember that it will come back to bite you. Karma does. Those hungry little kids, they will be damaged, and their brains are not going to be the super intelligent healthy working organs they could be, it's anybody guess where their path will take them, with out food, with out love..

Imagine if you were hungry..and their was no food in your home,.. Really, I mean actually try to imagine this.. and you had no money, maybe no parents, maybe no one to love you and help you ...I know it sounds like one of those commercials that we so conveniently flick the channel on.

Maybe though just from reading this, or looking at this link with the stories, maybe people will think twice about buying that super expensive blouse, or jacket, or piece of jewelry or car...and think do I really need this. What could I do with $500 if I were to try and help someone.

Do you know how many groceries that can buy, in Canada, in Mexico, in Africa...
$500 would buy 100 packages of lasagna, or oatmeal, or gallons of milk and that's in Canada..imagine in Mexico, or Africa...can you see these kids gaining weight already, and their beautiful little brains, and bodies and spirits growing leaps and bounds, not just from the food, but because they would know "someone cares" somebody out there actually cares..and there is hope...

Otherwise what is there...just a bunch of stuff...without people it's just stuff...and who needs it...isn't a beautiful little life more valuable than some stuff!

Tapped-Trailer- Watch This!!

Hope I can see the movie, this is stuff I have been saying for so long, but what can you do. 11 years ago I had the water bottle cooler, and everyone would come over and drink my "nice clean water", I thought the pipes in my building were old and leaching toxins and so didn't want to drink it.

Fast forward, they redid the pipes...probably with some type of plastic and not only that, when you go to Mexico that is all you can drink from. So here in Canada, wake up...we are so blessed.

Stop polluting by using bottled water.
1)Polluting not just from the plastic the bottles are made from
2)Polluting out bodies by the toxins going into them from the water in the plastic bottle,
3)Spending millions of dollars in oil to ship the water all over the place.

Just frigging crazy!

Perhaps we could use those resources to produce clean water in Mexico and other places around the world so they don't have to drink bottled water. Just a thought!!