R-isky
O-utbreak
N-astily
A-pplies
L-ethality's
D-eadly
&
M-ystery
A-s
R-aging
I-nfliction's
V-iral
I-nfection
C-ontrols
G-rime
U-ntil
E-pidemic's
R-abid
R-eality
E-ndangers
R-esidents
O-utrageously
Topic: Anniversary of Ronald & Marivic Guerrero (April 23)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
M-y
A-crostic
R-egards
I-n
V-erse
I-mplement
C-heerful
G-reetings
U-nder
E-ternal
R-ighteousness
R-ightfully
E-mploying
R-apturous
O-ccasion
Topic: Birthday of Marivic C. Guerrero (February 07)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
R-eader
E-agerly
B-eholds
E-ssential
C-omposition
A-s
G-reeter
U-ses
E-xceptional
R-egard
R-ightfully
E-mploying
R-emarkable
O-bjective
Topic: Birthday of Rebeca R. Guerrero (August 12)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
T-ruth
E-mploys
S-weet
S-incere
G-ospel's
U-nique
E-xceptional
R-edemption
R-emarkably
E-xpressing
R-eal
O-bjective
Topic: Birthday of Tess N. Guerrero (July 26)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
R-ays
E-mitted
B-y
E-ffulgent
C-ircle
A-re
G-lowing
U-nder
E-arly
R -adiance
R-ightfully
E-rasing
R-ain's
O-bscurity
Topic: Birthday of Rebeca R. Guerrero (August 12)
Form: Vertical Monocrostic
As I lay beneath the trees with my niece named Kennedy Guerrero as family friend watching and when it’s needed they are willing to help assisting as teen days begin to arrive. I know my brother and Amber will look to the sky at times they come to be confused wondering why Kennedy won’t listen but yet as we all say eager to begin a woman’s life but as words we all speak growing up is not completely smooth having no kind of blockings or not just that as times will come you’ll want to fall back to being young as an old memory comes to rise in your mind or a old time song is sung but as the young trees grow strengthening as the wind blow as it same as you all I must say Kennedy be happy strong and don’t rush growing up cusp a woman’s life will come as it’s meant to be. I love you
Tu rostro es tan hermoso
como el aroma de los
cerezos sueltos en primavera.
Pero hoy llegas a mí con
esas lágrimas.
Eso terriblemente socava
mi alma.
¿Qué te ha hecho el mundo
cervatilla soñolienta?
Raudos vuelan los elementos
cantando tu nombre
por entre valles, colinas,
majadas y viñedos de Engadì.
Yo te quiero para mí.
Solo para mí.
Tú eres mi paisaje.
Yo escribo y duermo en el.
Con las sandalias de tejones,
la guirnalda dorada
y el pelo al viento,
nadie es como tú.
Sobre pétalos de alheña
vaciaré el llanto y,
entre batalla y batallas,
coronaré tu historia con
los anchos recuerdos
de mi imperecedera
y violenta espada.
--- Matamoros, Café Los Panchos
mid-1990's
The old panaderia (café y pan de dulce)
on dusty Calle Guerrero between Once y Diez
is noisy and hot.
Sipping their best café con leche
while eating my barra de pan
con rico coco tostado, I,
Americano viejo, watch Martin,
youthful mesero.
He passes among the tables.
Through the kitchen entrance,
I see another muchacho;
he is washing stacks of dishes.
The heat of this first day of May
radiates from grey cinder blocks,
reflects off the speckled tile floor,
soaks my guayabera-clad sides.
Martin, smiling, brings la cuenta.
He asks: "Hay algo mas
que podamos ofrecer?"*
[*hay algo mas que podamos
ofrecer" = is there anything else
we can offer]
Therapy
You grow eager to help the weak growing high off seeing their pleasing effort of your work and embracement. Doing drill after drill eventually becomes troubling and to some may seem dumb, but with the effort you will make it through lives maze not coming to crumble. So, all I can say, is pray your therapy gives you and others the encouragement to survive the twisting life lines and doubts. Having the help gives us the power to show and prove what counts and what can come out of therapy. The beauty will show at St. Joes as the workers help the weak and the patients come to revive.
By: Reggie Guerrero
Thoughts For Sergio
................................
Memories of the all the good times,
our way to make it through.....
In this time we feel such sorrow,
hearts filled with thoughts of you.....
For all the times we will need you,
for all the times we will cry.....
If love alone could have saved you,
We'd have never said Goodbye....
In life we loved you dearly,
in death we will love you still.....
In Our hearts you hold a special place,
no other man can ever fill.....
If tears could lend another way,
for loved ones to feel no pain.....
Ours would flow like a river to heaven,
and bring you back to us again.....
Our family chain has been broken,
a missing link ..never the same.....
Until God calls... then one by one,
We will be linked again.....
While in the beginning there is such agony
Internal screams...so deep.....
In time begin fading.. allowing smiles
For not as often.. will we weep.....
You.... as a man
Imprinted like no other.....
One of a kind
Sergio Guerrero
Our Friend....Our Son....
†..Our Lost Brother..†
................................
Silence flows
through WWE,
Due to the loss
of a dear Eddie.
He may be gone
from this place,
but many will remember
his wrestling grace.
my heart ached
my eyes did cry,
as I watched the roster
say their good-byes.
Eddie Guerrero has
passed away,
but his memory
is always here to stay.
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