From the bottom of the river, from the depths of the lagoon formed by the waters of the Nhamundá, there came a noise, growing louder and louder, a horrible, insane cry, an unnamed voice that overpowered all the sounds of the storm.
O que tem a noite ver com o sono? (John Milton)
From the bottom of the river, from the depths of the lagoon formed by the waters of the Nhamundá, there came a noise, growing louder and louder, a horrible, insane cry, an unnamed voice that overpowered all the sounds of the storm.