The Hundred Languages of Children

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 of marvelling, 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

(and a hundred, hundred, hundred more)

But they 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 head

To listen and not 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

And of 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 thus, they tell the child

That the hundred is not there.

The child says:

No way. The hundred is there.