ah me, at least thou knowest. The very one, though I'm lost for suitable poetic prose emanating from that country and I have neither the time nor the language skills to further explore Inimigo Rumor. Helas, I'm am always drawn back to the genius of Billy the Bard.
He of the Headache would doubtless, were he a lover of things other than the rigours of safety management, love to quote:
Whole like a tangerine
Quiet as pillow whispers
A black hole
The center of the universe
Mad scientist drilling and sawing
At a hole in your face
The hot lamp burns yellow and red
Garish summer sunstroke
Shut your eyes
Blue and black pound away
Jack hammers in the night
Cut out the sunlight
Black out knock out
Blankets wash over you
Cold crisp cotton sheets
Shock your skin covered skeleton
Claw the corners
Turn on the firelight
A head demon transcribes
BEER CANS
BRA STRAPS
ZIPPERS AND BUTTONS
SLOSHING NIPPLES
Wipe the stars away
... but the Immortal Bard already said
Have you the heart? When your head did but ache,
I knit my handercher about your brows,
The best I had, a princess wrought it me,
And I did never ask it you again;
And with my hand at midnight held your head,
And like the watchful minutes to the hour,
Still and anon cheer'd up the heavy time,
Saying, 'What lack you?' and 'Where lies your grief?'
However, Harry is doubtless a descendant of O'Thello the Irish courtier who was always hearing tales of Des de Moaner and believing her to be gay, suffocated her.
What was your question again? Ah yes Harry who had migraines with auras. Experts say that prevention is the easiest way to deal with a migraine and normally recommend severing the head with an extremely sharp cutting implement such as a stryker saw.
... btw ... what happened to slowwonder? I hope my nerveless prose has not forced his tender mouth from venturing upon my trolling fly?