Chapter 1 - The lady who was looking for her party

Sometimes, we spend the whole life to find the mathematical solution that can assure us the best life, the best job, the best day for being able to do the thing X and to realize the project Y...
Isabel wanted just die in the lake of her blood, praying it would have been fast.
The life had punished her, without no apparent reasons, and she had no more the inner strength to fight, she looked up to the sky , astonished to be still able to recognize the different color of clouds, while the time seemed eternal.
The same life she lived so intensively, running through the breathes of many people.
The same road she had done taking many hands, gifting many smiles, as for a strange mission, whose end you never know, but you feel inside there must be a line, the knowledge that let you feel how is possible that the diamonds and the glasses at the end will finish separated.
The same life which brings you to hear the rustle of the days that pass between the hairs, without let you feel the wishper of the wind, and you have always an inner sensation that beats and cuddles you with an intensity stated by the sound of the days moving as .Someone calls it " fear of life" or "fear of die",Isabel called it"the research of my party"a place where you can be comfy, and feel that your eyes will always find the same light for whatever they will look.
She had never had the hope to die so old, 85 years passed, flied as the water falling down a cascade.
She smiled up without clue if someone was around her bed... suddenly someone aarrived:"Mrs Roca! Mrs Roca!"The steps were fast, one person two persons three persons.Anyone around her, touching her body, moving machines, covering her mouth from blood,"Fast! Fast!"Isabel Roca was in a hospital, it was not yet her time to go.