As good lovers of strangeness, we ask ourselves: What happens to art? What happens to us when a sound, a dance, a poem, and why not, a simple moment, reaches us? Is it the same after listening to that extraordinary trumpeter? Is it the same after a passion does its thing with/in us? To what transformations does the artistic impel us? Are there rules for beauty? We see a madman reciting poems at dawn, without an iota of sanity, and we think, Is art medicine? Is art a possible way of life? The answers do not matter, we are left with the doubts and we invite you to multiply them.