The world is full of banks and rivers running between them, of men and women crossing bridges and fords, unaware of the consequences, not looking back or beneath their feet, and with no loose change for the boatman. — Arturo Pérez-Reverte Copy Share Image
Boughs have their fruit and blossom At all times of the year; Rivers are running over With red beer and brown beer. — William Butler Yeats Copy Share Image
