It's a tradition, an old superstition
the night is hot
we'll go and do it
as soon as everyone is asleep
we sneak out of the house

leaving our husbands
as to take a pee

It is not far to the rock
with the flat stripe of white
In the light of the moon
we pee indeed
with laughter

while undressing for the picture
because we want to have proof

We slide our butt warm
over the pale strip in the middle
of the Chilchliflue. Landed
in the grass we feel

with each other

for the beginning
of a baby in our belly