It a typical winter day in Paris. It was cold. It was grey. It was sad. I went out for a walk and stopped in front of Le Louvre. I wanted to take a beautiful shot of the pyramid but that day, I wasn't feeling it. It lacked colours, and heat, and the cars wouldn't stop passing by for a second. As I was about to give up, a man and a woman, walking hand in hand, stopped just in front of me, they smiled to each other, the man leaned a bit, the woman tilted her head, his lips were on here and here on his, and they just kissed. For a second, or maybe a minute. It was pure. It was simple. It was genuine. It was real. I felt like I was intruding their little moment of intimacy but i couldn't take my eyes of them. I was so struck by the passion they released that i just stood there, smiling to myself. With one simple act they had just put colour into my dead canvas. So i took my camera out and made that kiss last for eternity.