"Bard's Tale" The wind that blows the dry steppe dust stirs the curtains in your tower the moon that lights my drunken path home looks on your sleeping in your bower If I cried out to the wind

" My Dream " ( Jason Cañeda ) My heart is pounding when I meet you like a basket ball bouncing to an fro. I can feel your presence like a wind, like a hero Flash rushes in. wherever I go I've

This heartbreaking image is caught by a journalist in Syria a child lost his parents because of war, Until today the number of victims is increasing. My friends, our brothers and sisters really needs our

Hello everyone Jason Cañeda is here, I'm a college student currently taking BS-IT major in network system.