Author of quotes: Rome-2

The soul of man is composed like a mosaic of pieces of glass and colored stones. Thousands of shades and thousands of options for textures. Hardly is repeated at least one.
And every stone is different. His words. Presence. The smell of grass in the day when you first met.
Every person is a lot of stones. And while the person is alive, we add, we change them around. Make mosaic. Every time you get a new...
This is while the person is alive.
After his death, the stones no one else to shuffle. They stay in one place. They are gathering dust. They fade. And the wave of oblivion, of unconsciousness of their shifts, washes, drifting out to sea...
Forever.
Every day, we forget.