Just finished

Too happy to finish an article on Sunday Night,

Now I can sleep with no worry, no burden at all,

but just holding a bit of my eye bag  in the cold warm night,

feverish not long before then, I was just behind bars,

listening that old young man on stage singing hymns

that doesn't reveal his feeling at all

Who ever dares to cross over needs a bit of guts

and most of all, a bit of talent

now i start to snore, just like that neighbour audience did

5 hours ago, I don't need anyone to spoil my Sunday night anymore

Will Montagut and York dream of each other tonight?