Will this lightning that inhabits my heart not cease from exasperated beasts and from angry and blacksmith forges where the freshest metal withers?

Will this stubborn stalactite not cease?

(poem by Miguel Hernandez)

Ideas pop into my head like lightning on a stormy night.

Lightweight, hand-painted, made of leather and sterling silver or leather and 18k gold-plated silver. Brilliant. They sparkle with light like a ray of sunlight.