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ЁЯЗзЁЯЗ╖ Labirinto + ЁЯЗлЁЯЗ╖ Labyrinthe + ЁЯЗ║ЁЯЗ╕ Labyrinth
ЁЯЗзЁЯЗ╖ No segundo dia, a priva├з├гo de sono tornava dif├нcil fazer as coisas mais simples, como fechar a tampa de uma garrafa de ├бgua, saber se ├й nascer ou p├┤r do sol, ou controlar emo├з├╡es. Oscilava entre extremamente triste, irritada, indiferente. Chorava e ria por qualquer coisa. O gelo se escondia entre as ondas, e eu s├│ o via ao me aproximar demais. Perdi meu senso de humor, que talvez fosse minha arma secreta. Sem fome, nem sede, nem sensa├з├гo de perigo. Apenas existia e desviava, esperando ver ├бguas livres e l├нquidas. ЁЯЗлЁЯЗ╖ Le deuxi├иme jour, le manque de sommeil rendait difficiles les gestes les plus simples, comme fermer le bouchon dтАЩune bouteille dтАЩeau, savoir sтАЩil sтАЩagissait du lever ou du coucher du soleil, ou encore contr├┤ler mes ├йmotions. JтАЩoscillais entre une profonde tristesse, lтАЩirritation et lтАЩindiff├йrence. Je pleurais et je riais pour un rien. La glace se cachait parmi les vagues, et je ne la voyais que lorsque je mтАЩen approchais de trop pr├иs. JтАЩavais perdu mon sens de lтАЩhumour, qui ├йtait peut-├кtre mon arme secr├иte. Je nтАЩavais ni faim, ni soif, ni sentiment de danger. JтАЩexistais simplement et je contournais les obstacles, dans lтАЩattente de voir des eaux libres et liquides. ЁЯЗ║ЁЯЗ╕ 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.
