If you think to be alone is to walk about in the rooms of . your house and hear the neighbours dying on their.terraces and see the evening busily gathering in the.jacaranda trees, you're wrong. You're not alone yet..And if you think to look into the mirror is to be alone,.you're wrong again because the mirror says, you're poor,.perplexed, where is the centre of your light, where is that.essential recognition? Of yourself?.You're not alone when you sit alone on your bed and suck.at a fruit and let the juice dribble down your chin, onto.your chest, down between your breasts and then fall.asleep with sticky fingers dreaming. Any dream proves it..To be alone is to be here, but I am always somewhere.else. I am always falling, my love: a parachute on fire, the.last branch of the tree that stands apart, the cloud that.somebody tore up, the dream weighed down with.pillows, the descent …
