Brothers and sisters, good evening, the duty of the conclave was to give a bishop to Rome. My brother cardinals went to get him at the end of the world.
With these simple, ironic words, you welcomed us to your planet. You chose a name that is so dear to us Italians.
Yesterday, the last trip to St. Peter’s Square on Easter Sunday, on the field until the strength animated your body.
Twelve years of pontificate alongside the last, with the weakest to make them stronger in the midst of human aridity.
Today you returned to the father’s house,
Now someone will have to fulfill your unfulfilled wishes by putting out the many wars around the world.
Thank you for making us better. Goodbye Francesco.
