I remained so many years alone, dominated by a triumphal kind without knowing colonization. In the arms of my mother peninsula, watered by her breast, I tasted the bliss of a fairytale landscape. Before the Gulf of St. Lawrence, piercing the waves sometimes raging, my cliffs so many braved the weather. Emerging triumphantly water, but not without scars, creating abstract sculptures reveling view dreamers. And what about those mountains, impassive sentinels, ornamented with a thousand forest jealously guarding the lives of so many species. Mountains and valleys, rivers, lakes and streams are my jewels; birdsong is my melody, witness of a life grown and finally, the sky dotted with billions of stars is my reflection. I am the cottage so many species, I am the land of your ancestors, I am the immutable tribute of a dream. You have chosen me to be your refuge, your present and your future, I exist beyond time, becoming one with your horizon, my name Cloridorme . From the book: Cloridorrme tells Eric Dufresne d more... See more text