Portugal, The Yellow Submarine

Com tudo o que se passa neste Portugal de fábula não consigo de parar de associar este rectângulo estéril de vontade ao Yellow Submarine dos Beatles.

A geografia do País, acostado na Europa, a ainda recente febre submarínica, o grande apelo pelo subterrâneo e pela simulação de valores, para além de uma mentalidade amarela pálida que de Verão se torna a cor de Inferno com que se persiste em mutilar o futuro, eis Portugal, The Yellow Submarine.

Que fique a letra, mas que se ouça na música o ritmo que nada neste submarino habitado mas pouco habilitado....
e se não "falta cumprir Portugal" o que faltará?

In the town where I was born
Lived a man who sailed to sea
And he told us of his lifeIn the land of submarines
So we sailed up to the sun
Till we found the sea of green
And we lived beneath the waves
In our yellow submarine
We all live in our yellow submarine,
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine
We all live in our yellow submarine,
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine
And our friends are all on board
Many more of them live next door
And the band begins to play
We all live in our yellow submarine,
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine
We all live in our yellow submarine,
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine
As we live a life of ease
Everyone of us has all we need
Sky of blue and sea of green
In our yellow submarine.
We all live in our yellow submarine,
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine
We all live in our yellow submarine,
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine
We all live in our yellow submarine,
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine
We all live in our yellow submarine,
Yellow submarine, yellow submarine

(The Beatles)