Yes Flower written by a beautiful Mexican Consuelo Velázquez (1916?–January 22, 2005), was a Mexican songwriter. According to her obituary she was 88 years old when she died. Most music resources, however, list her birth date as August 29, 1924 in Ciudad Guzmán, Jalisco, Mexico.
Velázquez was the songwriter and lyricist of many Latin standard songs, such as Amar y vivir, Verdad amarga, Franqueza, Que seas feliz, Cachito, Enamorada and, most notably, of the enduring 1940s-era hit Bésame mucho.
Velázquez, who is said to have begun playing the piano at the age of four, started her professional career as a classical music concert pianist, performing at Palacio de Bellas Artes and XEQ Radio, but later became a singer and recording artist. According to Velázquez herself, she was strongly influenced by Spanish composer Enrique Granados. She composed the romantic ballad Bésame mucho in 1940, which was soon recorded by artists around the globe, making it an international hit.
The lyrics of Bésame mucho were changed into English by Sunny Skylar and the song has been recorded by hundreds of great performers, including The Beatles, The Flamingos, Bobby Capo, Nat "King" Cole, Xavier Cugat, The Ventures, Sammy Davis Jr., Plácido Domingo, Cesária Évora, José Carreras, Ray Conniff, Frank Sinatra, Dave Brubeck, Stan Getz, Gato Barbieri, Diana Krall, Lucho Gatica, Luis Miguel, Antonio Machín, and Andrea Bocelli.
Velázquez also was elected to the Mexican Congress, served as president for SACM (Society of Authors and Composers of Mexico), and was vice-president of CISAC (International Confederation of Authors and Composers Societies). She died of respiratory problems in Mexico City. Velázquez had been in hospital since she suffered a fall in November 2004. From Wikipedia, the free encyclopedia
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More restraint; and understanding with opened eyes and compassion Nibbling the carcass of his corn-gorged turkey The little child gazed with awe at the mansion… Though I walk through the valleys of twilight zones, I will try not to judge others until I walked a mile on their medication (or would it be the other way around....) .... His mama had told him that some folk had food, That some folk even had warm houses..... That some folk would share With those who had nothing He had thought the old man was bluffing When he presented a cooked turkey with stuffing...... A host of golden fairy gills he doth espied A fluttering about, "Strewth" he cried, "They be unclothed!" I will not eat this! tis naked
Paolo24- A chess set of the universe flowerofthesnow- A retreat atop a hill - looking down to the valley below- a meandering stream lined with olive trees and a citrus grove next to the Organic herb and flower garden for her essences and medicines to heal and a cabin of wood with rocking chair a packet of rollys Highfidelity- A MobileHome painted in Glow Lags- you have yours Smokes- An Organic garden that never needs to sow Cristina- Her Homeland with Xmas snow Wedward- Paint of Oil that drys within his required stroke Elly- a guitar that knows his notes Homer-Neverloved-Soli-AwesomeChoice-Twinself- Tickets on the same craft as me to the Cosmic show
Marti - A Dance amongst the stars RustyKnight
KT - A Bedroom of the Clouds LisaJane
DragonFly88- The never ending story Uli- Same as HF--- only a Boat Heinzketchup- Tomatoes of every land-- Not Toxic of course Pearl777- Knowledge of a wise woman and man Cybehippy- Hash Oil that was'nt addictive, euphoric or mind altering Jente- More time for her plans Jan1305- A esoteric Gaucho
flowerofthesnow - A retreat atop a hill - looking down to the valley below- a meandering stream lined with olive trees and a citrus grove- trees neatly in a row -next - the Organic herb and flower essence garden- and a cabin of wood with rocking chair a packet of rollys and cigarette papers enough that she didnt run out and have to go to the corner deli
For the New year that is about to begin, I look to the last and all my mis-givings/sins/diversions ,then look ahead to the new page- in my book and see what love and beauty can be added
--- More restraint; and understanding with opened eyes and compassion
darn it "Smokes" I thought you may have come for a consultation --- perhaps later hey while yer here please pick up the key just on the floor behind you and unlock the cage . I can't reach and Dragonfly cant get out of the Jacket.
Now for those of you that may be wondering ( I sure am)the Third Mates name was "Third" he/she, she/he, was a hermaphrodite and was covered in bright yellow and fruschia quills. He/she, she/he ( Yeah we'll come to this later) and did not actually require a bath as such but needed to soak in a bath for 24hours.After the soaking reindeer would carefully collect the liquid and go into her/his special place and lock his/herself away
Tis a little like tic tac toe --- ouch! -- bloody big toes mmmh religion against peace
Yeah "Smokes' I'd hug im and then I would give him not the mandatory two kisses but three but only if Bushy baby was there as well so I could reciprocate --- no hugs--- mmmh perhaps later all depends if the last kiss worked
One is found---
from the millions that abound-ring the bells make them peal the
sweetest song of my heart
play the music - loud
let the tones echo my desire
free the birds let them wing
the message of my soul