Someone asked me “What is Art for you? ”
It’s something that makes your heartbeat skip. A connection between, a heart–and your soul.
Then in this four corner of our room who is the one whom you call “Art”?
Minutes of silence, when our eyes met. She is a masterpiece. A masterpiece that my eyes won’t fail to see. A work of art and still a mystery to me.
She is the living Maria Clara in our generation. A living proof that in a worl full of Maria Ozawa a girl named Krizza is still here to remind us that time may passed, generation may change but the blood of a pure Maria Clara is still running on her veins. And that’s make her a work of art.
Soul in Poetry 