This is a poem/riddle. The idea of art rather than the artwork, as an attempt for simplicity, yet playfulness full of images. My family came from Okinawa a long time ago, and this poem displays a portrait of my brother’s Japanese restaurant in Buenos Aires, Argentina. Little poems and images recorded with my voice moving through the space, and then translated into text, thinking of myself as part of the landscape. Embracing different scales in order to spread erratic micro events in writing. Encounters with things one doesn’t expect. Short texts, memories, pieces of life.