“Crimen” feels like walking through a neon-lit Buenos Aires at 3 a.m., trench coat collar up, trying to solve a mystery that keeps slipping through your fingers. Cerati turns a breakup into a noir thriller: sleepless nights blur into days, the city offers “no guarantees,” and love’s collapse is treated like a case file filled with clues, betrayals, and dead ends.
Behind the detective imagery lies raw heartbreak. The singer is consumed by memories—“If I do not forget, I will die”—yet the investigation goes nowhere because the real culprit is intangible: ego, jealousy, and the painful knowledge of having lost someone for good. In the end, the sirens fade, the city keeps buzzing, and another crimen (an unresolved love) is left in the cold case drawer of his mind.