When I talk about it, people think I'm a little crazy and I really don't understand why. She is wonderful, but the rest of the people seem not to think the same as me; Maybe it's because they can't see her the way I do. Her eyes are like a pair of gigantic lakes, in which all my dreams are reflected; her hair is long and dark, like those nights when I can't sleep because insomnia screams her name everywhere.

Talking about Sophia has never been difficult for me, but for some reason, it's hard for the rest of the people to hear me talk about her ... "Stop it! What you say is pure nonsense" shouts my mother when I want to tell her what Sophia has told me. It's a pity that she does not want to listen to it: everything Sophia talks about is really interesting, not to mention her talent for playing the flute!

The music of Sophia is without a doubt what should be heard when it comes to the gates of heaven: she makes magic with her flute. Too bad that only I can listen to her. Too bad she’s just a ghost.