To be read as a question, by Julio Cortázar.

"Have you seen,
have you truly seen,
the snow, the astros, the plushy steps of breeze...
Have you touched,
have you really touched,
the dish, the bread, the face of the woman you love so much...
Have you lived,
like a slam on your forehead,
the instant, the panting, the fall, the fugue...
Have you known
with every pore of your skin, known
that your eyes, your hands, your sex, your soft heart,
had to be thrown away,
had to be cried upon,
had to be invented again."
--Julio Cortázar.