by Loren Malaguzzi
The child is made of one hundred |The child has a hundred languages | a hundred hands | a hundred thoughts | a hundred ways of thinking, of playing, of speaking. | A hundred always a hundred | ways of listening | a marveling of loving | a hundred joys | for singing and understanding | a hundred worlds | to discover | a hundred worlds | to invent | a hundred worlds | to dream.
The child has a hundred languages | but the steal ninety nine. | The school and the culture separate the head from the body. | They tell the child: to think without hands | to do without heart | to listen and not to speak | to understand without joy | to love and to marvel only at Easter and at Christmas, | they tell the child: to discover the world already there | of a the hundred, they steal ninety-nine. They tell the child: that work and play reality and fantasy | science and imagination | sky and earth | reason and dream | are things | that do not belong together. | And they tell the child that the hundred is not there | The child says | NO way, The hundred is there.