So many people say that at some point in life most choose not to celebrate his birthday. Do not see the reason for rejoicing that Another year has passed. For me, October 13 is and will forever be a day to celebrate. There is nothing in this megalomania.
It seems heresy to even assume that we have spent relatively unharmed, or at least alive, some 365 days on this planet mistreated and unpredictable. I am not a fatalist but I am aware of the concept of impermanence that concerns us all (all all).
's why the family never spent any birthday is muted and much less in silence. The cake, champagne, gifts, favorite dish. Even in those phases of life when we felt sad, discouraged, resentful, and where a celebration There appeared to be a bit 'arbitrary. I was taught that every day should be celebrated, let alone a year!
I remember the first birthday of Monticello Street, then it is really a molehill. Invitations with Tweety and Sylvester, written by me and delivered only to those who wanted. Friends of the gym and school. The round pizzas, sandwiches with ham or transparencies with the anchovy paste, which I never liked it. The fanta, coke, crisps always advancing and were there in the kitchen for a week, open, right. The walk to the lake, the song in Ghana, the game of the chair, the puff pastry in the shape of 11 (two cakes instead of one, that genius!) And the tens of bracelets that I received as a gift (almost all).
Ever since I was little I was passionate about dates of birth. I still remember ii birthdays of people with whom I have no special relationship. And when I find out that someone does not celebrate I feel a certain sadness for the person concerned. Why celebrate Christmas and not their own, Christmas? Christmas in my view more important. Then click the organization of the surprise party, impromptu appetizer on a bench, with the celebrated guests who never had the courage to ask (but a strong desire yes ..), the ravioli to the Casa del Popolo, the evening to dance, the gift made by hand, the dedication on the radio, the flowers at home. Because the truth is that no one refuses to be celebrated. None.
Then there are those like me to do the countdown begins from September 13 to harass those around (-30! -29! ..) And self-organizes an average of three parties (one with the family , one with her friends, an enlarged ..).
In short, everyone is brought her to say that today is my birthday. A bit 'abnormal because celebrated in a foreign land, without friends historians, historians brothers and parents historians. Those parents who every year make us feel even children. What if it were to fill their house with festoons still and balloons, paper cups and saucers designed with the cake. And you will remember the little friends to write their name on the cup because then there are not any more!
Citing Vandals .. Happy Birthday to me!
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