With the severity of the meat itself when it has not been processed, this is how Buena Fe’s most recent video clip reaches the viewer, belonging to his record production Morada, a video in which the merciless sentences of its lyrics combine perfectly with the bloody atmosphere recreated by Alejandro Pérez, its director.
A white steed, emblem of tenacity and strength, turns out to be the protagonist chosen by the creator as a victim, to give meaning to the insightful verses to which the duo has already accustomed us. At the same time, Israel Rojas is shown as a slaughterer, bathed in the blood of the sacrificed beasts.
The theme is an allegory to self-deception and excessive pretensions. Through the author’s characteristic elaborate poetry, the link, sometimes dissonant, between self-perception and true faculties is appreciated.
The singer-songwriter functions as the ax himself with which he chops up the bodies in the music video, only, in this case, the bodies are alive receiving the message. Through the lyrics, Israel puts us in front of a mirror that, at some point in our lives, we have all faced.
Who has not believed that one can also jog over fire? However, the generality is that every animal would succumb in flames in the face of such an excessive attempt to achieve it. As demonstrated in the video, there is a limit to all hope; Faith and self-love should never blind human beings on their path to success.
In a cold room where dozens of bodies of sacrificed animals hang, the singer can be seen dressed entirely in black, a symbol of mourning. With a counseling aura and in the form of an opinion, he pronounces his verses, while in the background the final reality that surrounds all living beings, death, is shown.
Meanwhile, the horse trots freely, looking virile and the wind brushing its fur, just as the song announces, a unique species, a show horse. A failure causes him to fall collapsed on the ground, perhaps due to the years that do him justice, or perhaps due to overconfidence in his trot.
Automatically, a bloody Israel Rojas, hook in hand, places the instrument on the already processed hanging corpse of the animal, and drags it away to where the ax is ready to chop up its remains, which will end up as the lyrics dictate, in some restaurant in road, demonstrating that at the end of the road, we are “nothing more than a piece of meat.”
