When you pass by my side
And I see you laughing
The ignorance is laughing
You can’t understand
What your eyes are seeing
You are unable to think
That I am different to you
You’re not interested in it
For you is easier to ridicule me
To avail of me, to laugh in my face
And not accept me
And is that
You don’t know how to see me right
You think knowing all
You see me like a shy man
Unable to talk about me
You don’t even want to hear me
But now I’ll show you that you’re wrong
And you’ll have to close your dirty mouth
And to hear me
Because when rise the sun
There will be a session
And my people will join there
And when fall the afternoon
I will talk about me, proud of what I am
And you’ll feel a fabric in your mouth.

The press did not talk
About the people present here
The public does not matter
Maybe something on the radio
They want to think
That we really exist
Now nobody can accuse us
Of insane and anymore
Either you
And you know it well.

All the applauses
Every good laugh
Every question
Every smile
All that makes me feel
This is my day.

When I’m talking by a microphone
And I’m telling my life
I can do it very proud,
You can call me haughty
But I feel the power within me
To laugh into your face
And to make you feel what I felt
When you ridiculed me,
And now I feel
This is my day
When the Asperger boys
Talk to high voice
Yeah, I can feel
This is my day.






September 27th, 2004