The crazy musician

I don't know how to reward your ghost for its cruelty towards me, it comes to me at a time when I don't want to see anyone, I don't want to drown in memories, when I only want to put my head on the pillow and dream that I am above a wandering cloud in the corridors of the sky. Look!! Here he is standing in front of the woman, waiting for the moment when my consciousness fades so he can come and slap me with a blow of longing.