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Te imaginas terminar todo en trescientos días
y que al final no haya resistido la nieve
ni el sol y ya finalmente quedar ciego
de tanto nadar entre raíces de tanto quedar
sordo y mudo como quien puede y no debe
de tanto pedir misericordia a un dios beneplácito
Te imaginas tan solo te imaginas tan solo
si pudieras no dejaría entrar lo poco que queda
pero no no se puede no se puede seguir
ni 300 ni 500 ya no ya no más Dios mío
No puede dejarse todo en siete días;
Dejadme esta lengua muerta
y las ganas de abandonar
mi propia sangre.
Benjamín Cea
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Looking for a game that will simultaneously make you laugh and question your life choices? Look no further than Level Devil. This isn't your typical platformer. Forget predictable paths and simple puzzles; this game actively wants you to fail, and it does so with gleeful creativity.
Gameplay: Expect the Unexpected (Constantly)
At its core, Level Devil is a relatively simple platformer. You control a little pixelated character, tasked with navigating single-screen levels to reach the coveted exit door. You jump, you run, and you… well, that's about it. The controls are intuitive and easy to master, which is good because you'll be needing all your brainpower for the real challenge: surviving.
Each level is a death trap disguised as a charming little stage. What seems like a straightforward jump can suddenly lead to the floor vanishing beneath you. That seemingly harmless platform might collapse under your weight. And that exit door? It could just as easily lead you straight to a pit of spikes.
The game thrives on surprise and memorization. You'll die, a lot. But each death is a lesson. You'll learn the placement of traps, the triggers for environmental hazards, and the general feeling of paranoia that permeates every pixel. The satisfaction comes from overcoming these challenges, not through raw skill, but through cunning and a healthy dose of trial and error. And just when you think you've mastered a level, Level Devil throws in a curveball, resetting the trap layout and forcing you to adapt all over again.
Tips for Surviving the Devilish Gauntlet:
Alright, so you’re brave (or foolish) enough to dive in. Here are a few pointers to help you survive just a little bit longer:
Be Observant: Scan the level carefully before making any rash moves. Look for subtle cues – slight discolorations, flickering lights, or anything that seems out of place. These are often clues to impending doom.
Embrace the Death Loop: You will die, repeatedly. Don't get discouraged! Each death provides valuable information. Learn from your mistakes and adapt your strategy.
Patience is Key: Resist the urge to rush through levels. Take your time, plan your movements, and anticipate the traps. Hasty decisions are almost always fatal.
Sound is Your Friend: Pay attention to the audio cues. Certain traps have distinct sounds that can alert you to danger.
Accept the Absurdity: This game is designed to be unfair and frustrating. Learn to laugh at your own misfortune. It’s all part of the fun.
Level Devil has more levels and traps updated continuously, keep exploring!
Conclusion: A Triumph of Frustration
Level Devil is not for the faint of heart. It's a challenging and often infuriating experience. But it's also incredibly rewarding. The satisfaction of finally conquering a particularly devious level is immense. If you're looking for a game that will test your patience, your reflexes, and your sanity, then this is the game for you. Just be prepared to die… a lot. And maybe invest in a stress ball. You'll thank me later.
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No hay mejor refugio,
no hay mejor hospitalidad
que aquella que se da
en una cocina de campo,
generosa desde siempre
apegada junto al rancho.
Huracanes de aromas
brotan por sus rendijas;
pero mejor saben sus sabores
a sencillas esencias de huerto
y a la multitud de sus verdores:
albahaca, hierba buena, tomillo,
morrón, romero , cilantro...
Rústica cocina de campo,
hermosa por su simplicidad
por sus pintado a humo
y por su barnizado de alquitrán.
Cocinas decoradas con zapallos;
con largas ristras de cebollas,
de ajíes y de ajos.
Olletas negras penden de cadenas
que abrazan la calidez del fuego;
y dentro de ellas su magia:
el caldo, el estofado, los porotos,
la cazuela, el perol o el mote.
Ollas, cacerolas y sartenes
son fuentes de alquimia
de la apartada alquería.
Penden, también de la oscuridad
las carnes secas y el costillar
que lagrimean por el calor
y que mañana serán sabor
sobre una mesa dadivosa,
en un gran plato suculento
que los alimentará a todos,
hasta el errante hambriento.
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Alright, let's talk about stress relief. We all need it, and sometimes, that need manifests as the desire to… well, to unleash a bit of controlled chaos. Enter: kick the buddy , a surprisingly addictive game that allows you to vent your frustrations in a virtual and, importantly, consequence-free environment.
This isn’t a game with complex storylines or intricate strategies. Instead, it’s pure, unadulterated destruction targeted at a ragdoll-like dummy. Think of it as your digital punching bag, always ready to absorb whatever digital torture you can conjure. Don't worry, the buddy doesn't seem to mind... much.
Gameplay: Unleashing Your Inner Creative (and Destructive) Side
The premise of kick the buddy is incredibly simple: you have a buddy, and you have a plethora of ways to, shall we say, interact with him. The core gameplay loop revolves around earning currency, which then allows you to purchase new and increasingly outrageous weapons and items to use on your poor, perpetually-suffering buddy.
You start with a basic set of tools. Maybe it's a simple punch, a flick, or a few basic projectiles. These are your bread and butter, allowing you to accumulate initial funds. As you earn more coins, you can unlock a veritable armory of mayhem. This includes:
Weapons: From pistols and machine guns to rocket launchers and even alien blasters, you can arm yourself to the teeth. The variety keeps things fresh, and the sheer power of some of these weapons is incredibly satisfying.
Projectiles: Forget ordinary darts. Think exploding watermelons, flying pizzas, and even miniature black holes. The projectile section of the arsenal is where things get truly absurd.
Cold Weapons: When you want to get up close and personal, you can equip katanas, axes, hammers, and more. There's a visceral satisfaction in watching the buddy react to these close-range attacks.
Decorations: Want to dress up your buddy? Go for it! From silly hats to full-blown costumes, you can customize the buddy's appearance to your heart's content.
Backgrounds: Change the environment to a post-apocalyptic wasteland, a sunny beach, or even a spaceship.
The key to maximizing your earnings is to experiment. Each weapon and item has a different damage output and "fun" factor. Some items are particularly effective at racking up points due to their area-of-effect or the way they interact with the buddy’s ragdoll physics.
Tips and Tricks for Maximizing Your Buddy-Kicking Experience
While the game is undeniably straightforward, there are a few tips that can help you get the most out of your buddy-kicking escapades:
1. Complete the Daily Tasks: Kick the Buddy often offers daily tasks or challenges that reward you with extra currency. These tasks are usually simple, like using a specific weapon a certain number of times, and are a great way to boost your income.
2. Take Advantage of Multipliers: Keep an eye out for opportunities to multiply your earnings. This might involve watching a short advertisement or completing specific in-game actions.
3. Experiment with Combinations: Some weapons and items work particularly well together. Try combining different attacks to maximize your damage output and score. For example, using a flamethrower followed by an explosive projectile can create a devastating combo.
4. Save Up for the Big Guns: While it's tempting to spend your coins on every new item you see, it's often worth saving up for the more expensive and powerful weapons. These can significantly increase your earnings and unlock new levels of mayhem.
5. Don't Forget the Fun Factor: Ultimately, the point of Kick the Buddy is to have fun. Don't get too caught up in maximizing your earnings. Experiment with different weapons and items, dress up your buddy in silly costumes, and just enjoy the chaos.
Conclusion: A Simple Game with a Surprising Amount of Appeal
Kick the Buddy isn't going to win any awards for groundbreaking gameplay or revolutionary graphics. But what it lacks in complexity, it more than makes up for in its sheer, unadulterated fun. It’s a simple, cathartic outlet for stress that can provide a few moments of amusement in a hectic day. The game’s appeal lies in its accessibility and the freedom it offers to unleash your creativity (and a bit of harmless destruction) without any real-world consequences.
So, if you're looking for a quick and easy way to blow off some steam, consider giving Kick the Buddy a try. Just remember, it's all in good fun!
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La ausencia, no es el vacío, es el pliegue
donde el axón del universo forma su conciencia.
Somos la luz que se piensa a sí misma,
un bucle de calcio y estrellas de potasio,
donde el ayer es constante que aún no sucede.
Todo reverbera en el giro fusiforme,
la materia oscura esculpe el laberinto,
en la consciencia, en expansión perpetua.
No hay fin en la frontera del verso,
solo un retorno cuántico que se superpone.
Cierra los ojos y el espacio se dilata,
abre los ojos y el poema es el espejo de Dios.
Un latido infinito,
una ecuación sin clausura,
el eterno retorno del verbo encarnado.
Enrique Canchola Martínez
17 de mayo de 2026
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Por Enrique Canchola
La simetría de la ecuación E=mc2,
en el cerebro,
se traduce en la activación
de circuitos prefrontales
que anhelan la entropía
es el orden en agonía
durmiendo sobre el caos.
La constante no es el "yo"
es constructo efímero
de ráfagas sinápticas
y memorias volátiles
con la velocidad
de la luz al cuadrado.
Es el recordatorio
de que somos fotones en reposo,
y que nuestra finitud
es solo una fase
de una transición electromagnética
inmensa que no podemos percibir.
14 de mayo de 2026
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Ma.Má.
Por Enrique Canchola Martínez
En tu nombre mismo,
llevas la definición de tu misión,
del cuidado y del amor.
A Ma, es la etimología,
en donde está impreso
el sentimiento de tu amor.
Eres bálsamo mental
la comprensión ante el sufrimiento.
El amor y la alegría.
La fuente de ayuda,
de ternura y solidaridad,
donde la Paz encuentra refugio.
Ma. Ma, es el origen de tu nombre
y es a la vez tu definición.
11 de mayo de 2026
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En el telar de los pensamientos,
donde el tiempo se difracta,
busco la luz que no se apaga,
en el fotón que nunca muere.
Somos Qualia de neuronas,
en el silencio de las sinapsis,
donde la luz se hace conciencia,
caminando entre las sombras.
Somos el observador y lo observado,
el destello y la sombra que lo abraza,
perceptos con el alma llena de sueños
el pulso de la sangre en el recuerdo.
La conciencia se pierde en el espejo,
en el misterio del cosmos infinito,
donde la vida florece en el bucle eterno,
como la luz en el espacio y tiempo.
En el silencio profundo del hipocampo,
donde el pensamiento se expande,
descubro que somos luz cuántica,
en un universo que baila y canta.
Y fulgurados en el espejo fusiforme
como la luz cuántica en el tiempo,
no es el tiempo el que corre,
es la percepción del sentimiento.
Enrique Canchola Martínez
11 de mayo de 2026
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Cuando no se puede estar más cerca,
cuando, ya las palabras no interesan,
cuando las lides del amor, incesantes,
explosionan, seducen, enloquecen,
cuando la danza amatoria, sin compasión,
confunde cuerpos, brazos, piernas, manos…
Entonces, en ese tórrido espacio, hay un dueto,
un exquisito dueto de vocales, consonantes,
sin orden… irreverentemente arbitrarias,
que no deben ser inteligibles, no importan,
pero que tienen las significaciones más ansiadas,
gemidos en dueto, que acarician, que vibran…
Dueto encantador, que no se reedita,
que cada nueva exquisita lid, se reinventa,
en sonidos, pausas e intensidad, que siempre,
consigue darle un toque adicional de belleza,
a tu boca, a la placentera expresividad,
de tu hermosa carita, que siempre también,
más cautiva y provoca, mientras más acordes,
de nuestro dueto, acaban con las formas
y los últimos resquicios de cordura…
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Palabras, alegres y tristes palabras...
nacen, abundan, fluyen al instante.
Son las emociones que cantan
o sólo la rutina que habla.
Qué bello suena decir al oído
aquéllas que siempre deleitan:
Ayuda, amor, cuidado…
Sentir en lo íntimo su significado.
Hermosos sonidos que brotan susurrantes,
grafías que se plasman inmortales
trayendo consuelo al dolorido
o compañía al que medita en el asilo.
Cuando dulces se presentan
o al ser agresivas en ofensas,
ellas perduran en el tiempo,
grabadas, como placer o aturdimiento.
Que agradable se ven vestidas de melodías
de aquella canción romántica o divertida,
en los versos del poeta ilusionado,
o en la voz del que clama justicia o amparo.
Libertad, juventud, naturaleza… palabras,
frágiles palabras de riqueza universal
resuenan como ecos de milenarias recetas
conformando preciosos racimos de letras.
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