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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

Together, sweeter
than alone, we smell
of the cocoon
that breathes from my womb
my chamber of happiness

Inside, in the middle of me
you already are you
before you really are
yourself, you already are
my little free(wo)man

We are your idea
growing for nine months
as your image and likeness
along with your becoming



Kiss me new moon
kiss me full moon
before we go to sleep
touch my body
my heart and my soul

Make yourself known
with your broad hand
let our dear trinket feel
who you are

Come, but only come
if your colours are free
and clear, come
with peace around you