Copilul
este facut dintr-o suta.
Copilul are
o suta de limbi
o suta de maini
o suta de ganduri
o suta de moduri de a gandi
de a se juca, de a vorbi.
O suta intotdeauna o suta
de moduri de a asculta
de a se minuna de a iubi
o suta de bucurii
de a canta si de a intelege
o suta de lumi
de a descoperi
o suta de lumi
de a inventa
o suta de lumi
de a visa.
Copilul are
o suta de limbi
(si o suta de sute mai multe)
dar ei fura 99.
Scoala si cultura
separa mintea de corp.
Ii spun copilului:
sa gandeasca fara maini
sa faca fara cap
sa asculte fara sa vorbeasca
sa inteleaga fara bucurie
sa iubeasca si sa se minuneze
doar de Paste si de Craciun.
Ii spun copilului:
sa descopere lumea care este aici
si dintr-o suta
fura 99.
Ii spun copilului:
ca munca si joaca
realitatea si fantezia
stiinta si imaginatia
cerul si pamantul
ratiunea si visul
sunt lucruri
ce nu-si au locul impreuna.
Si astfel ii spun copilului
ca suta nu este acolo.
Copilul spune:
Nicicum. Suta este acolo.
(Loris 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
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 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 to speak
to understand without joy
to love and to marvel
only at Easter and 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.
(Loris Malaguzzi)
