I was born in a very small town surrounded by mountains under a blue sky of autumn.
My father says the clock of the little church was saying it was 8 o'clock then and I guess he is right 'cause I love mornings.
The first thing I fell in love with, after my mother's sweet eyes and my father's voice, was the sound of music.
The music that came from the lullabies I would hear, from the laughs of my little brother, from the canary singing loud by the kitchen's door, from the clock the little church saying for every hour that life keeps passing by...
Life without music would be like the inexistence of flowers, like Sweden without snow in the winter, like a 'me' without a 'you'.
My music is dressed in simplicity and you are welcome to listen!
Rita Célia
'Counting Stars'(one of my songs) 