I took a walk in La Goulette yesterday From the “Bridge-of-the-Casino” to the port. The things I saw on my sun-bathing way So simple they were, here is a report: II Sea snakes under a blue bridge did frolic As hardware stores displayed paint in their windows. The water snakes performed some dance symbolic And the paint braved the dark rust from a distance. III And I, hastening to my liquid address, Shot a side look at a man in a dress, And hoped the blue water in the White Sea* Would wash the wound bleeding in my memory.