I grew up in a small, deserted place in the Canadian forest on the banks of the beautiful river with the scent of sun-dried pine spines. I spent my childhood barefoot, with a father who passed his days fishing and his evenings by the fire playing guitar. And a mother who knitted us in the cold winter evening’s quebecanian socks. My free spirit comes from there. In this little corner of a paradise, I learned to appreciate life and to listen to the silence. I am convinced that life gets richer through adventures and that we have to live them. I love the crackling sound of the rain on the roof and I die for foggy landscapes. I’m a romantic and I believe in true love with two beating heart at the same rhythm.