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.

—Julio Cortázar

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