The soldier’s sword

Moon, stay with me a little longer
Let me come close to you
Illuminate me with your gentle glow
Moon: how long has it been
That you light up the world from north to south,
That you give your light to blacks and whites?
Moon: you are so high in the sky,
Above the jujube and the tamarind trees,
Above the soldier’s sword and the priest’s holy water sprinkler!
New moon as young as Ricardina
Rounder than the sumptuous Putchutcha,
More generous that Sheila’s breast!
Full moon, shine on me,
Moon, your full light is in the heavens

Today

Personal fight

Hello Kristian, 

Like a lot of people from all around the world, I’ve been thinking about you a lot recently.

Everybody has their personal fights and you got yours. No matter what everybody else has experienced, we can’t imagine what you are going through.  You’ve got your own fight and your own way of dealing with it.

The difference is you don’t know us but we know you.  You don’t know our personal fights but we know yours. What’s more, you let us know what’s on your mind in your blog. It means a lot to a lot of us. Your strength and your spirit help to create images in our heads. Images of what kind of person you are. Of what our relatives who don’t share their feelings and who are fighting the same enemy are thinking. Of the truth hidden behind your words.  

There’s much more behind your words than we can imagine.

And I feel I need you to survive.

A rather selfish wish. 

Thinking of you a lot, Olga

It cannot...

From Sanna, Finland

Far away

Dearest Kristian, 

If I could then I would grab you and take you far away from all of this, if we ran far enough, no cancer could catch us. Never. But I can't do that. So instead, I'm sending to you, your family and friends all my love and power I have. 

With all my love, Anna

A hug

Once you said that nothing is as healing as human touch. I hope you have many people around you who give you hugs when you need them or at least one special person who heals you with touch all the time. I'm sending you one hug even though I am far far away from you. Hope it will get to you and will help a little bit.
Love. 

Lila from Norway

Och vi får aldrig tappa hoppet

Vi som vet vem han är och som läst hans ord och som känner empati vi kan
inte låta detta hända. På något sätt är det förbjudet, inte accepterat.
Det måste komma en vändning. Det finns ju mirakel. Kan sådana ske nu?
Vart skulle vi vända oss om inte hoppet fanns? om än så litet...
Vi vet att det kanske blir svårt och tungt och att vi kommer bli ledsna
mer än vi är nu...men vi får aldrig tappa hoppet.

Kan alla våra tankar och all vår styrka all vår kärlek och livstro kunna
hjälpa honom? Kanske inte rädda honom, men vara där hos honom -
vi är ändå alla bara människor – sjuka eller friska – och någonstans inom
oss är vi alla lika och ska samma väg vandra oavsett vem vi är.

Men låt oss mötas i mörkret med Kristian och lysa upp hans tillvaro, vi
vet inte vad som händer med honom nu men vi måste finnas där, nånstans
nära honom. Han blir vi och vi blir han. Så ljuset kommer att lysa där -
helt utan förbehåll, ett ljus som vi alla håller – tillsammans. Med
Kristian.

Och vi får aldrig tappa hoppet...

Till Kristian och alla som följer honom.

Original article by Elena Helsinghof to be read here