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 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
And a hundred hundred hundred more
(But they steal ninety nine. (Loris Malaguzzi