We all live two lives. The ephemeral one, of mediocrity and ingratitude, and the other, of wild, impossible love. Between them lies an infinite Garden, ancient, unnamed, unknown to many. There, the two lives meet, hate each other, separate, and inevitably intersect again.
"Love, Gardens, Ingratitude" is a clandestine game of political contention in this Garden. Alas, it concerns only the readers who daily question their own reality in the hope of escaping, even for a moment, into the wild life of communal Love - the only way out in the photographed planet.
"Love, Gardens, Ingratitude" is a harsh game for the emancipated women of the metropolises who live like male beasts, but (pretend to) not know it. It is also a tender game for the humanitarian visions of some (few) men.
"Love, Gardens, Ingratitude" is the tested comedy of rebellion and love - in defiance of ungrateful times that sell such vital needs in the luxurious shop windows of the world. However, it may simply be a comedy of misunderstandings - as in the homonymous slogan: "Bread, Education, Freedom".