LEYENDAS CELTAS. EPISODIO 6.

Los celtas creían que hacía el oeste , en donde se pone el sol, había una isla o un archipielago de naturaleza misteriosa. Allí las reglas de la realidad cotidiana carecían de vigencia, pues eran reemplazadas por un régimen utópico donde todo era posible. Según los cronistas celtas, el lugar más inaccesible para los viajeros mortales era Tir na nÓg (país de la juventud) una variante más del otro mundo. Tir na nÓg . (Van Morrison compuso una canción a este paraiso de la tradición celta en el albúm , No Guru, no Method, no Teacher, publicado en 1986. En aquel entonces estaba en plena forma.). Ahi va, a texto completo, la letra.

We were standing in the kingdom And by the mansion gate We stood enraptured by the silence As the birds sang their heavenly song In Tir Na Nog

We stopped in the church of Ireland And prayed to our father And climbed up the mountainside With fire in our hearts And we walked all the way to Tir Na Nog

I said with my eyes that I recognized your chin It was my long lost friend To help me from another lifetime We took each others hands and cried Like a river when we said hello And we walked to Tir Na Nog

We made a big connection On a golden autumn day We were standing in the garden wet with rain And our souls were young again In Tir Na Nog

And outside the storm was raging Outside Jerusalem We drove in our chariots of fire Following the big sun in the west Going up, going up, to Tir Na Nog

You came into my life And you filled me and you filled me Oh so joyous By the clear cool crystal streams Where the roads were quiet and still And we walked all the way To Tir Na Nog

How can we not be attached After all we're only human The only way then is to never come back Except I wouldn't want that would you If we weren't together again In Tir Na Nog

We've been together before In a different incarnation And we loved each other then as well And we sat down in contemplation Many many many times you kissed mine eyes In Tir Na Nog