NAJWAJEAN

Sala But, 14 de abril de 2016

Los sonidos sencillos, rítmicos, electrónicos. Chueca rodeándonos. Luces, rayos láser de color verde y focos. "Ponme el foco aquí", "Javier, tu baila que yo me pongo detrás".

Su voz, su carisma, ella. Toda ella. Ella y su capacidad para ponerme cachonda haga lo que haga, cante lo que cante.

Cerrar los ojos y bailar dejándose llevar una vez más. Cubrir con sudor cada centímetro de piel, cada poro descolocado, cada placer envuelto en vida...
Porque ver a Najwajean en directo es como leer a Elvira Sastre estando de rave:

Eso de que contigo los sentidos se reducen a tres:

besarse, follarse y correrse;

y todo eso del nometoquesasí que se van a empapar hasta las paredes

y a ver quien limpia tanto sexo,

pero pordiosnipares.

 
You

lean

on

the edge of the bar and

you look at me
With such an eyes

and what if it is a dream
You pass by me and say hello
You smile like a little girl, says
Is this a crime?
When you touch my hand

and I feel the sky,

And I’m wondering if this is a crime
When you pass behind you touch my hits on the better sides

lide
And then I pass behind

and it’s a game they told me not to play
And then you kill my thoughts and say girl, smile
And then you hold my hand strong
You get me
You take me
You bring me
Oh what a sweet suicide

And I’m wondering if this is a crime
With a silly smile
Ehhh, ohhhh
Oh, is this a crime?
When I pass your side
With that little smile?
I’m sorry but I´m dealing mmm..

Take my eyes just said go on,
And my back could feel the cold
Then you take off all my clothes
I was breathing laid in bed
And you take my legs and you get inside
and I thought that life couldn´t be so good
Oh my love, is this a new suicide?
And I just wanna to know
Oh, it’s all
My strong little guy and
Yeahh, Oh,
This is, baby this is, oh is this a crime
And I start to cry
Is this a crime?
I’m in this hell
brother I say
brother and lover
I gave enough to stay
I try to stay into, into, into, into
Oh is this a crime?
When you´re getting inside
Yeahh.. ohhh
I can feel that
Is this a crime?
When you’re getting inside
Yeahhh…ohhh...
I can feel that it’s alright

Najwajean - Crime

Disco: Till It Breaks (2008)
Texto en cursiva: extracto del poema Invierno en el infierno de Elvira Sastre, incluído en su libro Cuarenta y tres formas de soltarse el pelo.