ten years led to the destruction of Troy
three thousand six hundred fifty days
three thousand six hundred and fifty nights
until the walled city
fell devoured by fire
and the houses and the temples and the gods
everything was desecrated
on that Aegean coast,
ten years and the proud State of princes Paris and Hector
Not even the shadows of the dogs were left standing,
it is known that it was not the violence of the Achaeans but their cunning
the sword that pierced the Trojan heart,
in the same way I think that the human heart
is usually besieged
three thousand six hundred fifty days
three thousand six hundred and fifty nights
or maybe hours
or maybe seconds
or maybe looks
until the venerable cunning of violent love bares
stone by stone, tower by tower
the proud wall of the human heart,
and there remains in him no god, no statue, no temple, no house.
don't burn
that the face does not come back already then
of ash, of tenderness, of war.