And, everyday is someone's birthday, but I allow myself to be generous in this circumstance.
This is MY BIRTHDAY and I promise to not be too strict
with people who claim it’s theirs too.
I let them share…

I’m literally overflowing with gratitude for all my dear ones, who,
in spite of my well know allergy for all traditional celebrations,
have perfectly understood that I become unusually « soft » on my birthday
and I’m easily moved by sincere display of affection,
while I get , also in this peculiar day, deeply annoyed by all formal social rituals.
I have the bizarre habit to choose my best friends in remote places,
that has bad sides, since I can meet them very rarely,
but has also good sides,
since it makes them nearly more precious for me
and every exchange we have has a special depth.
One of my best friends lives in New Zealand
and this perfect bouquet is from him.
What is worthy for me, when we speak of gifts,
is that people who really care, don’t offer what they like
or what can impress, but they keep in mind what I do like.
It should be always like that when people choose presents,
but I think things don’t go always this way…
I’m incredibly lucky in my life and one of the advantages I have,
without any special merit,
is that my dear ones think of me, really,
when they chose something for me,
not of the effect things can have in general.
This bouquet is exactly the kind I love, with the right colour I prefer (only for flowers),
so it makes me happy in an incredible way.