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đ§đˇ Labirinto + đĢđˇ Labyrinthe + đēđ¸ Labyrinth
đ§đˇ No segundo dia, a privaÃ§ÃŖo de sono tornava difÃcil fazer as coisas mais simples, como fechar a tampa de uma garrafa de ÃĄgua, saber se Ê nascer ou pôr do sol, ou controlar emoçÃĩes. Oscilava entre extremamente triste, irritada, indiferente. Chorava e ria por qualquer coisa. O gelo se escondia entre as ondas, e eu sÃŗ o via ao me aproximar demais. Perdi meu senso de humor, que talvez fosse minha arma secreta. Sem fome, nem sede, nem sensaÃ§ÃŖo de perigo. Apenas existia e desviava, esperando ver ÃĄguas livres e lÃquidas. đĢđˇ Le deuxième jour, le manque de sommeil rendait difficiles les gestes les plus simples, comme fermer le bouchon dâune bouteille dâeau, savoir sâil sâagissait du lever ou du coucher du soleil, ou encore contrôler mes Êmotions. Jâoscillais entre une profonde tristesse, lâirritation et lâindiffÊrence. Je pleurais et je riais pour un rien. La glace se cachait parmi les vagues, et je ne la voyais que lorsque je mâen approchais de trop près. Jâavais perdu mon sens de lâhumour, qui Êtait peut-ÃĒtre mon arme secrète. Je nâavais ni faim, ni soif, ni sentiment de danger. Jâexistais simplement et je contournais les obstacles, dans lâattente de voir des eaux libres et liquides. đēđ¸ On the second day, sleep deprivation made it hard to do even the simplest things, like closing the cap on a water bottle, telling whether it was sunrise or sunset, or controlling my emotions. I swung between feeling extremely sad, irritated, and indifferent. I cried and laughed over the slightest thing. The ice was hidden among the waves, and I could only see it when I got too close. I lost my sense of humor, which was perhaps my secret weapon. I felt neither hunger nor thirst, nor any sense of danger. I simply existed and swerved, hoping to see open, liquid water.
