Sometimes you have to exaggerate to rectify, to adjust and upgrade the vision ("This is Not a Prologue") - Angelina Muñiz-Huberman

It happens that one day the children begin to draw, and everything that was missing in that narrow, enclosed world begins appearing on scraps of paper gathered from any corner. Red suns, houses with doors and windows with cheery curtains, smoking chimneys and roads bordered with flowers which lead to the house and tall trees in the background. Boys and girls who jump and play; even dogs and cats and birds and butterflies, especially butterflies. Great blue flowers stuck on the walls. Sunlight overflowing everywhere. But this is not tolerated. It is not possible to create light in a dark world. A smile is not permitted. The dragon brings total blackness.

The guts and the skin. The innocent and the prudish. Writing from the gut: about the unseen, the unknown, the absolute mystery. Not about the skin, the superficial, the visible. Do away with hot topics. Never what's expected, the facile, what sells. The prostituted.
Yes, to the individual, the unique, the shockingly rare. That terrifying thing: the other, not what is the same. (beginning of "The Guts and the Skin")

silence is the most priceless music of all. (p101)