Editor
We're immaterial beings. We'll always be inside of each other's heart. Day by day we mutate and get way stronger. Body, soul and blood smelling like pink.
Editor
Catarina decides to leave São Luís to start a new life. While buying stuff for her farewell party, she meets Francisco, with whom she'd had a relationship, which was interrupted at its peak when he disappeared a few years earlier. Francisco's explanations hide the real reason for his disappearance. During the party, Catherine tries to get over this situation by getting really drunk. The next day she can barely walk, but needs to go out on a date with her true destiny.
Writer
A cidade onde eu vivo é a cidade onde eu morro.
A cidade onde eu vivo é a cidade onde eu morro.
Director
A cidade onde eu vivo é a cidade onde eu morro.
Editor
She protects her flesh, but the leather starts to fall.
Writer
She protects her flesh, but the leather starts to fall.
Director
She protects her flesh, but the leather starts to fall.
Director
A boy watches a dvd he's found at home, the one marked #03
Art Direction
Não, nós prometemos não chorar.
Producer
Não, nós prometemos não chorar.
Screenplay
Não, nós prometemos não chorar.
Director of Photography
Não, nós prometemos não chorar.
Director
Não, nós prometemos não chorar.
Director
Abate. Lembra corte, extenuação, redução, retirada quase abrupta da vida do orgânico... Matança.
