Kjell Espmark: 'Han kallade mig sin sparv'

He called me his little sparrow.

And our love was certainly a swirl of down.

I forgot

that the one I thought I had always loved

was not a Muslim.

We were beyond the world.

But not beyond my brothers.

While I fell from the balcony

fell and fell,

I stretched out my wings

as if they had been feathers.