O mar, o movimento, a música. Tudo o que é selvagem é puro.

Live music and traveling
David Bowie - I´m deranged, live 1995

NIN, Tool, Joy Division, David Bowie, Air, Led Zeppelin, Chemical Brothers, dEUS, Massive Attack, Portishead, Nick Cave, Morphine, Antony and the Johnsons, Pearl Jam, Pulp, Chet Baker, lamb, Broken Social Scene, Primal Scream, Herbert, Ben Harper, Yo la Tengo, Andrew Bird, Tuxedo Moon, Moby, Mogwai, Cranes, Smashing Pumpkins, Nirvana, Smiths, Lally Puna, Einsturzende Neubauten, Doors, Satriani, Pantera, Tindersticks, Soundgarden, Jane´s Addiction, Cure, Radiohead, New Order, Ryuichi Sakamoto, Goldfrapp, Dandy Warhols, Ladytron, Fisherspooner, Peter Murphy, Chico Buarque... nunca dizendo tudo, mas para sempre, my immortal beloved, Beethoven.

David Lynch, Hitchock, Tim Burton, Woody Allen, Scorcese, Kubrick, Sidney Pollack, Wes Anderson, Coppola - Francis and Sofia, Alejandro G. Iñarritu.
Smashing Pumpkins - Eye

Jorge Amado, Paul Auster, Jim Toomey, J.D. Salinger, Boris Vian, Luis Sepulveda, Christianne F., Garcia Marquez, Patrick Suskind, Tom Sharpe, Agatha Christie.

Choose Life. Choose a job. Choose a career. Choose a family. Choose a fucking big television, choose washing machines, cars, compact disc players and electrical tin openers. Choose good health, low cholesterol, and dental insurance. Choose fixed interest mortgage repayments. Choose a starter home. Choose your friends. Choose leisurewear and matching luggage. Choose a three-piece suite on hire purchase in a range of fucking fabrics. Choose DIY and wondering who the fuck you are on Sunday morning. Choose sitting on that couch watching mind-numbing, spirit-crushing game shows, stuffing fucking junk food into your mouth. Choose rotting away at the end of it all, pissing your last in a miserable home, nothing more than an embarrassment to the selfish, fucked up brats you spawned to replace yourselves. Choose your future. Choose life... But why would I want to do a thing like that? I chose not to choose life. I chose somethin' else. And the reasons? There are no reasons. Who needs reasons when you've got heroin?

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The truth is that I'm a bad person. But, that's gonna change - I'm going to change. This is the last of that sort of thing. Now I'm cleaning up and I'm moving on, going straight and choosing life. I'm looking forward to it already. I'm gonna be just like you. The job, the family, the fucking big television. The washing machine, the car, the compact disc and electric tin opener, good health, low cholesterol, dental insurance, mortgage, starter home, leisure wear, luggage, three piece suite, DIY, game shows, junk food, children, walks in the park, nine to five, good at golf, washing the car, choice of sweaters, family Christmas, indexed pension, tax exemption, clearing gutters, getting by, looking ahead, the day you die.
Mark Renton - Trainspotting