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The Hundred Languages of Children
By Loris Malaguzzi (translated by Lella Gandini)
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No way. The hundred is there.
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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.
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A hundred always a hundred
ways of listening
of 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.
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The child has
a hundred languages
(and a hundred hundred hundred more)
but they steal ninety-nine.
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The school and the culture
separate the head from the body.
They tell the child:
to think without hands
to do without head
to listen and not to speak
to understand without joy
to love and to marvel
only at Easter and at Christmas.
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They tell the child:
to discover the world already there
and of the hundred
they steal ninety-nine.
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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.
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And thus they tell the child
that the hundred is not there.
The child says:
No way. The hundred is there
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