"In France 1 child out of 100 is born autistic but the effects of this neurodevelopmental disorder are not shown on its face. That is why people with autism are victims of a double discrimination. On the one hand, they are rejected on grounds of their being different. On the other hand, the lack of understanding they are faced with is even more compounded by the fact that their difference (from the norm) does not show. Hence I had them painted in blue. I'm calling upon all of you to open your eyes to these extraordinary people who are everywhere, all around us."

MP3 of song : https://soundcloud.com/dragonbleutv/mon-univers-a-part-clip-autisme-de-sophie-robert

Instrumental version : https://soundcloud.com/dragonbleutv/mon-univers-a-part-version-instrumentale

Générique

Ecriture et production : Sophie Robert
Réalisation : Sophie Robert   Alexandre Dinaut
Image : Alexandre Dinaut    Peterson de Almeida
Montage : Peterson de Almeida

Musique : Maxime Catteloin   Lionel Raepsaet  
Make Me Sound
Paroles : Elisabeth Anaïs
Chant : Camille Bombacigno
Mixage : Manu Guiot

Maquillage : Charley Collier
Stagiaire assistante réalisateur : Florence Massonnat
Cameras : Christophe Lenoir   Alexandre Dinaut
Decors : Tzuri Getta       Shakespeare & Cie

Remerciements (par ordre d'apparition)
   
Etienne Blinet  
Matthieu Lancelot  
Hugo Horiot  
Sophie Janois
Kristian Schott
Véronique Gropl  
Valentin Attias  
Michel Kern
Paolo Ciulla
Rodolphe Ciulla
Stéphanie Morisson  
Josef Schovanec  
Peterson de Almeida 
Sibylle Maillet  
Vladimir Maillet  
Katarzyna Busquet  
Vincent Busquet  
Adrien Busquet 
Fouzia Bruzzi  
Stéphane Bruzzi  
Sami Bruzzi  
Adam Bruzzi
Vanda Pedron Bras  
André Pedron  
Camille Pedron  
Erwann Pedron 
Samira Aissaoui  
Massilia Aissaoui  
Yelena Aissaoui  
Kahina Aissaoui
Rachida Kesri  
Mohand Kesri  
Dyhia Kesri  
Kinsa Kesri
Caroline Bellito  
Celian Bellito  
Cyrielle Bellito 
Charlotte Brochand   
Antoine Crombet  
Alexandra Marie

Remerciements

Bertrand Jacques  
Céline Poulet  
Florence Puig  
Jean-Dominique Tortuyaux  
Nicolas Garier  
Joël Bienassis

Produit par Océan Invisible Productions

Clip réalisé avec le soutien de
Fondation Autisme   Fegapei   AG2R La Mondiale

"My World Apart" (song by Elisabeth Anaïs, translation that matches the music, by Céline Dominik-Wicker)

I know,
Sometimes there are things
That are plain wrong:
Some boat, some places,
Even you.
I’m in a world apart
But I shouldn’t be an outcast.

It’s true,
My dreams and wake-ups
Are uncommon,
Although I breathe in the same sky.
I may not be like you,
And yet our hearts do beat as one.


Oh why is my life a combat?
I see yet no war raging on in France.
And ev’n
When I sometimes cry,
It’s only I fear
No one heeds me.

I seem like
I’m from a planet nobody knows.
But don’t you see that, in my mind,
There is a wonderland,
That I might share if you let me try.

Oh why is my life a combat?
And why don’t you and I have the same rights?
And ev’n
When I sometimes cry,
It’s only I fear
No one heeds me.

It seems like
That exploring stars and volcanoes,
Crossing all the big wide oceans,
May be much easier,
Than to me, finding the key.

I’ve been told it’s my fault if he is unlike any other. He won’t ever speak. He will never learn anything. He must be cooped up for his own sake. What do you know about it? Leave him be! I sometimes wonder who will guide his steps when I’m not there any longer. You shouldn’t be afraid of my child. He’s neither mean nor violent. He only sees things we don’t see, knows things we don’t know. Take him into your arms, your hearts. I love him so! I love him the way he is, my own child, my little soldier!

I know,
Sometimes there are things
That are plain wrong:
Some boat, some places,
Even you.
You’re in a world apart,
That doesn’t mean it divides us.

We would be born apart,
But for the beating of our hearts.

"My World Apart" (song by Elisabeth Anaïs, literal translation by Céline Dominik-Wicker)

I know,
There are days when and places where
Nothing’s right.
Not even a boat, not even you.
My world apart…
I don’t want it to divide us.

It’s true,
My dreams and wake-ups are unusual,
Even though I breathe in the same sky (as you).
If I’m different,
My heart still beats like yours.

Why is my life a combat?
I see yet no war around me.
And even
If I sometimes scream,
That’s because I’m afraid
I might not be heard.

If I seem like
I’m from an unknown planet,
It’s merely because, in my mind, there are
Different wonders
That I might share with you, if you let me try (if you like).

Why is my life a combat?
And why don’t I have the same rights as you?
And even
If I sometimes scream,
That’s because I’m afraid
I might not be heard.

Exploring stars and volcanoes,
Crossing all the oceans,
Seem easier than finding the key to my mind.

I’ve been told it’s my fault if he is unlike the others. He won’t ever speak. He will never learn anything. He must be cooped up for his own good. What do you know about it? Leave him be! I sometimes wonder who will guide his steps when I’m not there any longer. You shouldn’t be afraid of my child. He’s neither mean nor violent. He only sees things we don’t see, knows things we don’t know. Take him into your arms, your hearts. I love him so! I love him the way he is, my child, my little soldier!

I know,
There are days when and places where
Nothing’s right.
Not even a boat, not even you.
Your world apart…
I don’t want it to divide us.

If we are born different,
Our hearts do beat at the same pace.