Gabriel Guirao - Apple Sea (2020)

La primera exploración catalana del espacio exterior (musical)

 https://www.elmundo.es/cataluna/2018/05/03/5aeae2f4e2704ef8258b456e.html

Gabriel Guirao presents Art by Art (27/8/2016)

Gabriel Guirao presents Art by Art (Barcelona, 27/8/2016)

Gabriel Guirao presented his first CD Art by Art in Gorilla Bar (Barcelona) last 27/8/2016
In a similar way to Carlos Guirao - Tomas Gilsanz work, in this CD there is a collaboration between  some visual artists and him.
The CD consists of short tracks that remind "new music for films" of Chris Franke. My favourite tracks were "crujidos" and of course, "Guirao" a tribute to his father that in some moments reminds Edgar Froese style.
You can listen to one track here

Sonido Laietà

http://www.redbull.com/es/es/music/stories/1331788904412/el-sonido-laieta-decada-de-los-60-y-70-en-barcelona

Progressive rock central: Spanish Cosmic painter Tomas C. Gilsanz dies

http://progressiverockcentral.com/2016/04/22/spanish-cosmic-style-painter-tomas-c-gilsanz-dies/

RIP Tomas Gilsanz

Unfortunately the cosmic painter and friend of Carlos Guirao died the 18th April 2016

Flying forward again (Carlos Guirao)

Klaus Schulze with Quasar 2C361 (Paris, 1979)

Luz en la oscuridad part 2 (programa)

Tribute to Carlos Guirao

Vuelo Quimico (lyrics)

Vuelo Químico
(Edgar Allan Poe)

The skies they were ashen and sober;
  The leaves they were crisped and sere —
  The leaves they were withering in sere;
It was night in the lonesome October
  Of my most immemorial year;
It was hard by the dim lake of Auber,
  In the misty mid region of Weir —
It was down by the dank tarn of Auber,
  In the ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir.
And we passed to the end of the vista,
  But we were stopped by the door of a tomb —
  By the door of a legended tomb;
And I said: "What is written, sweet sister,
  On the door of this legended tomb ?"
Etait-ce un mirage,
Ou était-ce le visage de la mort ?
Then my heart it grew ashen and sober
  As the leaves, that were crisped and sere —
  As the leaves that were withering and sere,
And I cried: "It was surely October
   On this very night of last year
  That I brought a dread burden down here —
  That I journeyed — I journeyed down here —
  On this night of all nights in the year,
  Ah, what demon has tempted me here ?
Well I know, now, this dim lake of Auber —
  This misty mid region of Weir —
Well I know, now, this dank tarn of Auber,
  This ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir."