Barcelona: Memórias de la primera noche

I dance. I need space. I move. I stop. I enter. I close. I stand. I curve my head while standing. I don't wanna knee. I think. I can't think. I knee, with my head curved. Door is knocked. I leave. I climb the stairs. I leave again. I walk. I stop. My head is still curved. I hear sounds. I recognize. I join. I enter. (And) I start telling all these unavoidable steps of a person under the influence of alchool.