Perhaps it’s too late to write you and it might be too late for you too now, but I wanted you to know that he has returned and he didn’t forget you; he continues his trip in understanding the next humans from where he had left it; he was permitted by his rose which at last comprehended his work, his humaneness; and he misses you already, of course, since he has started asking again as he used to; he will come and find you wherever you might be so that you too may see through your heart that he has returned and hasn’t change in years, since he seeks the same things always in the same way; it is in this way that he learned and in this way that he teaches with innocence and justice; unstoppably and impetuously as if he’s counting the stars with his mouth to kiss the entire Humanity; you should know that it is this that he wanted; he has returned.