Have you seen

have you really seen

the snow the stars the plush steps of the breeze

Have you touched

have you really touched

the plate the bread the face of the woman you adore

Have you lived

like a blow to the head

the shock the gasp the fall the flight

Have you known

in every pore of your knowing skin

how your eyes your hands your sex your soft heart

must be thrown away

must be mourned away

must be invented once more all over again

J. Cortázar, "TO be read in the interrogative mood"