Revista De Gimnasia drops us straight into a chaotic P.E. class where a nervous student, a barking teacher and a hall full of glittering leotards meet an unexpected streak of apocalypse. At first it feels like a normal school excuse: “Profe, no podía salir de mi casa…” Yet the gym quickly morphs into a surreal arena lit by flaming hoops, throbbing techno and mounting bodies. The commands to “¡partió!” clash with images of cadavers and a boy who literally explodes, all while the students keep spinning cartwheels as if nothing happened.
Behind the dark humor and pop synthesizers, Dënver’s lyrics paint a satire of competitive culture. The gym becomes a micro-society where authority, parental pressure and the obsession with flawless performance silence every alarm bell. One moment we hear “los valientes saltan los primeros” (the brave jump first); later it twists into “los valientes huyen los primeros” (the brave flee first). The song suggests that heroism, courage and even innocence can be stage props when success is measured only by how gracefully you stick the landing. It is catchy, unsettling and irresistibly danceable—inviting us to question what we ignore just to keep applause coming.