As microfonias/feedbacks mais sublimes do roque:

15- R.E.M. - Country Feedback (dur)
14- Beatles - I feel fine
13- R.E.M. - It's the end of the world as we know it (and I feel fine)
12- Nirvana - Radio Friendly Unit Shifter
11- Los Hermanos - Casa Pré-Fabricada
10- R.E.M. - New Test Lepper
9- Red Hot Chili Peppers - Emit Remmus
8- Smashing Pumpkins - Drown
7- R.E.M. - The Flowers of Guatemala
6- Rage Against the Machine - Sleep now in the fire
5- R.E.M. - Airportman (sim, os caras são bons de microfonia)
4- The Invisibles - Sugar High
3- Smashing Pumpkins - Mayonaise
2- R.E.M. - New Orleans Instrumental no1
1- Nirvana - The Man who sold the world (acustico)

This is my first ever all english post because I wanna speak stuff from the heart. For some reason in my life everytime I'm talking something serious I switch to english mode. Don't know why, guess I feel ridiculous being honest sometimes and the "not my language" feel makes it feel more of a joke, makes it more legit to be so serious.
I love The Wire just like the next guy, but it's really tiresome how life is nothing but a game. You act different from what you feel in order to get what you want. And why do you wanna be honest anyway? What do you get from that? Relief? How long will that last? How long will you hang to that? Pain is coming in a minute and this time ethic's is just bullshit: you're so busy always resenting the past and/or worried planning the future; you just can't enjoy the moment and live in the present!
To make things worse life just has a way to cock-tease you. From the simplest of the things to the more complex: you never win, but you're allowed and encouraged to take a whiff at the glory. Which is stupid 'cos there's no reward at the end, no trophy, no prize; in this game you play so you don't get played. Nothing besides that. So, why the fuck everything is just Oh so complicated?! Isn't it a game? Where's the timeout? There should be rules, breaks, referees, but it's just clutch time after clutch time, sudden death as a rule, "hail mary" as M.O. The gods will not save you. There's no crowd. You're on your own and that should be inspiring for some reason.
But then again, the queen of spades appeared to me again. Is it a glitch in the Matrix or am I being given another chance? Am I gonna freak over it or fuck over it? And then... nothing happens. See what I'm saying? What's the point? If it ain't no masterplan, why the cock-tease?
On Zazá my character, Jonas, spent the entire novela eavesdropping behind the counter/window/door/everywhere the villain's plans and schemes. At the end of every scene, there I was nodding my head scared, acknowledging his villainess. I used to think "Well, ok. At the end of the novela, I will probably figure everything out and reveal the villain's big plans, bring it to the police or something". But the novela ended as badly as it started (It was probably the worst one I've done) and that whole plot just got completely forgotten. The villain was unmasked and arrested, but it had nothing to do with it; the eavesdropping was just eavesdropping. It served nothing.
Guess my name is Jonas.