Un Allegoria del Hiberno (1595) | Lucas van Valckenborch

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Un Allegoria del Hiberno (1595) | Lucas van Valckenborch

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Hiberno norse glass beads
I want to show-off those beautiful glass beads crafted by hand by Perlenheim (@perlenheim on insta), that are a recreation of the historical hiberno glass beads. I'm in love. The middle bead is an aroma diffuser, a modern approach that still is true to the aesthetic.
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HIBERNO | hiberno
Hiberno
Anglese: winter
Espaniol: invierno
Francese: hiver
Italiano: inverno
Portugese: inverno
Germano: Winter
HIBERNO Siempre que dormíamos era invierno, y en el frío me enseñabas a volar y yo te echaba de menos. Entonces despertaba. Y te echaba de menos. La primavera no quiere que los amores de invierno terminen, pero el verano ha llegado y ha arrasado con todo. Ahora tú solo sabes hablar del sol, te haces un moño despeinado mientras bostezas, te pintas las uñas de los pies, te ríes mucho más que antes, y, mientras, me dejas de querer. Ahora yo me vuelvo a refugiar en los poemas y escribo sobre febrero, echo de menos la lluvia y el sabor de tu jersey, y, mientras, te quiero más que ayer.
Elvira Sastre