Mystical implications, and solitude: sweet absence of faces.
That night the guard brought down Mauricio Babilonia as he was lifting up the tiles to get into the bathroom where Meme was waiting for him, naked and trembling with love among the scorpions and the butterflies as she had done almost every night for the past few months. A bullet lodged in his spinal column reduced him to his bed for the rest of his life. He died of old age in solitude, without a moan, without a protest, without a single moment of betrayal, tormented by memories and by the yellow butterflies, who did not give him a moment's peace, and ostracized as a chicken thief. - Gabriel Garcia Marquez
Girl From the North Country.
Les parapluies de Cherbourg and Lost in Translation.
Muppets.
Yes.
Narwhals (the unicorns of the sea).