Eliana Machado

   Hello to all. Welcome to the writer Eliana Machados’s webpage. Some of you already know me a little because you have already visited this page, but to others my works are as yet I am unknown. So, let me present myself in the order of events.

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   I have always lived with my head in the fairy tale world. The backyard which I liked playing in the most was the stage. While young, I walked with my dad to a mythical place where half a century before was held the Week of Modern Art, in the Municipal Theatre of São Paulo, and where he earned our daily bread singing in the opera. While he worked, I stayed in the aisle watching the artists going back and forth. And when they needed children in the background, I also became an actress. Inside the underground labyrinth, I fluttered along narrow corridors, peeking inside those dressing rooms, that baroque universe inhabited by exaggeratedly made-up actors and anachronistic clothes; I dreamed, sometimes, in being like those heavenly ballerinas who strutted around in their tutus, or like one of the musicians of the symphonic orchestra, who, for a child, played very extravagant musical instruments like bassoons, bass guitars and tubas.

 

   From the aisles of childhood, I went to literature during adolescence. I started writing short stories, probably inspired by two collections in our library: An Illustrated Anthology of Brazilian Folklore and Tales and Legends by The Grimm Brothers. Most of these compositions from my youth were lost during our moving from house to house, or just thrown in the garbage by my mom, whose good intentions were just to avoid the cockroaches' and moths' proliferation at home. These creatures were my first “readers”. On our last move, I discovered that not all the papers of the past had been recycled, a