My dear diary;

I always love black, someone said to me once “the beauty in black” yes, black is the king of colors, for me, it’s the best, the most wonderful choice, maybe because of that everyone says I’m a mystery girl because black is a define of mystery.

I love everything in black, but expect one thing funerals, when I wear black I feel I’m a queen, elegant and pretty.

Someday I was wearing black, the one I loved, looked at me and all I could see in his eyes this admire, black shows my eyes and my hair, black shows my white skin like a diamond, black shows what inside me, my life, my mystery life, shows how I think, but this for who can know really what black means….