Crow on an awning

In the lull of the night, do you fill up the room with unprovoked chuckles. Let's spell it, the collective proletariat hex. To think, melt, shudder, revise the day gone by and pre-empt the next day. Wish me otherwise. A crow on an awning, reflecting on human conditional kindness. I was somebody's ancestor today, I was fed well. 

In my July series, have been sampling Goya's black paintings with my mediocre gibberish. So here goes the third one..

Who by surfing on giant legend waves and who on the sly?