The autist is director
Of his own monologue
Written in the language of the angels
The idiom of his subtle world
Where a grain of sand
Becomes a castle
Under a sky
Of  blue afternoon
These beings are so special
That they earned the right
To inhabit higher plains
To which they fly
Without leaving ground
From hence the Earth becomes small
And the stars can be touched.


Marina Mara


Tradução: Dermeval Aires