• The Butterfly Effect, 2004. Juno, 2007. Undo, 1994. Ritual, 2000. Eu Sei que Vou Te Amar, 1986. Dinner In America, 2020. Himizu, 2011. Monster, 2023. Voices in the Wind, 2020. Girls’ Encounter, 2018. Chrysanthemum Inspiration, 2005. Man in love, 2021. My Own Private Idaho, 1991. A Moment of Romance, 1990. The lover, 1992. First Love: The Litter on the Breeze, 1997. In the Mood for Love, 2000. All About Lily Chou-Chou, 2001. Blue Spring, 2001. Eternal Sunshine, 2004. The Phantom of the Opera, 2004. Brokeback Mountain, 2005. One Million Yen Girl, 2008. Kamikaze Girls, 2004. 2046, 2004. Howl’s Moving Castle, 2004. Moonlight Whispers, 1999. Lemony Snicket’s A Series of Unfortunate Events, 2004. Dojoji Temple, 1976. O Padre e a Moça, 1966.
• The Queen’s Gambit, 2020. Twin Peaks, 1990. Supernatural, 2005. Skins, 2007. Yellowjackets, 2021. Hannibal, 2013. American horror story, 2011. Amorteamo, 2015. A casa das sete mulheres, 2003. Hilda Furacão, 1998. Lemony Snicket: A Series of Unfortunate Events, 2017.
• Freak, Lana Del Rey. Strangers, Ethel Cain. Não sei dançar, Marina Lima. Back to the old house, The Smiths. All too well, Taylor Swift. I can’t stop the loneliness, Anri. Como eu quero, Kid Abelha. Sweet Venom, Enhypen. El muchacho de los ojos tristes, Jeannet. Lonely boy, sex pistols. Pity poor alfie fever, The Jam. Rhiannon, Fleetwood Mac. Depois, Marisa Monte. Aliança, Tribalistas. Shades of cool, Lana Del Rey. Crush, Ethel Cain. Vermilion PT2, Slipknot. Silver Springs, Fleetwood Mac. Psycho Killer, Talking Heads. Carry On Wayward Son, Kansas. Rebel Rebel, David Bowie. Touch Me, The Doors. Girls Girls Girls, Motley Crue. I hate myself for loving you, Joan Jett. Happy Together, The Turtles. Fade Into You, Mazzy Star. Lover, you should've come over, Jeff Buckley.
• Almond, Sohn Won-pyung. Tender Is the Flesh, Agustina Bazterrica. No Longer Human, Osamu Dazai. The Vegetarian, Han Kang. The Butterfly Garden, Dot Hutchison. A Strange Matter Concerning Pigeons, Pu Songling. Letter to father, Franz Kafka. The lover, Marguerite Duras. Morangos Mofados, Caio Fernando Abreu. A Obscena Senhora, Hilda Hilst. Howl's Moving Castle, Diana Wynne Jones. The Bell Jar, Sylvia Plath. A Room of One's Own, Virginia Woolf. Frog, Mo Yan. Stardust, Neil Gaiman. The Little White Horse, Elizabeth Goudge. Delta of Venus, Anaïs Nin. A hora da Estrela, Clarice Lispector.

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“I must get my soul back from you; I am killing my flesh without it.” — Sylvia Plath.

“ Meu coração está repleto de você, há apenas você em meus pensamentos, no entanto quando procuro lhe dizer algo que não vale o mundo todo, as palavras me faltam.” – Emily Dickinson.

“To hell, to hell with balance! I break glasses; I want to burn, even if I break myself. I want to live only for ecstasy. I’m neurotic, perverted, destructive, fiery, dangerous – lama, inflammable, unrestrained.” — Anaïs Nin.

“Sabe, Hillé, às vezes penso que fomos pai e filha, mãe e filho, irmão irmã, que houve lutas e nós, e fios de sangue, que eu tinha fome de ti, que eu te matei, que saía de tuas narinas um cheiro de noite dor, incesto e violência, que eras velha e moça e menina, que uns guizos em mim se batiam estridentes cada vez que eu te observar, que havia sido minha desde sempre, barro e vasilha, espelho e amplidão, infinitas vezes nós dois em flashes nítidos rapidíssimos, recortados em ouro, em negro, numa lua esvaída sombra e sépia, nós dois muito claros num parapeito de pedra cor de terra.” — Hilda Hilst.

“Eroticism is the brink of the abyss. I'm leaning out over deranged horror (at this point my eyes roll back in my head). The abyss is the foundation of the possible. We're brought to the edge of the same abyss by uncontrolled laughter or ecstasy. From this comes a "questioning" of everything possible. This is the stage of rupture, of letting go of things, of looking forward to death.” — Georges Bataille.

“My world is not like the world of other people, I want much more, I demand much more, there is inside me a thirst for the infinite, a constant anxiety that I do not even understand, because I am far from being a pessimist; first I am an exalted one, with an intense soul, violent, tormented, a soul that does not feel well where it is, that misses... I do not know what!” — Florbela Espanca.

“Eu, filho do carbono e do amoníaco, monstro de escuridão e rutilância, sofro, desde a epigênese da infância, a influência má dos signos do zodíaco.” — Augusto dos Anjos.