Adiós Melancolía

I have a Sunday on stand by
In case any Monday depresses you
And in my wallet an amphora that smells like you
I have front row tickets
To see you wake up in the mornings
I have the firm conviction
That if you're here, I'll be stronger
And the suspicion that you have no idea how much I love you
I have your photo in my pupil
And with your voice, the stirrup dances
The anvil and the hammer

I have laughter, I have tears
I have a thermostat that turns me on when you're around
And turns me off when you leave
So I don't die of nostalgia

Goodbye melancholy
Thank you for the company
But there's no more room for you here

Goodbye melancholy
I thank you for the poetry
That today, between verses, allows me to confess to this woman
Who won the lottery when I saw her

I have a dose of forgiveness
In case you do something that hurts me
And an extra song in case one day you miss it
I have a stock of kisses unused
And a truckload of good love, for you

I have laughter, I have tears
I have a thermostat that turns me on when you're around
And turns me off when you leave
So I don't die of nostalgia

Goodbye melancholy
Thank you for the company
But there's no more room for you here

Goodbye melancholy
I thank you for the poetry
That today, between verses, allows me to confess to this woman
Who won the lottery when I saw her

Today I hang my dreams on the piercing of your belly button
While melancholy watches and bears witness
She wants to be sure, a little for you
A little for me, a little out of jealousy

Goodbye melancholy
Thank you for the company
But there's no more room for you here

Goodbye melancholy
I thank you for the poetry
That today, between verses, allows me to confess to this woman
Who won the lottery when I saw her