Plum blossoms, the false hope of life
Rain, the reflection of infinite sadness
The sky, the unique embodiment of loneliness
A dog in the shadows, the instrument of Death.

Update, and a thorough analysis:

This piece of text that only a foolish one would dare to call a “poem” happens to be my first serious poem-y output ever in my life, and I got the inspiration — if you want to call it that — from staring at the light rain this Wednesday around 3 to 4 pm at home, with the cloudy sky lingering above, a plum tree in front of me with new blossoms, and a dog in the shadows looking at me directly to my eyes, in an improvised kennel after murdering one of our cats while we weren’t at home — in particular, one who was pretty smart, if not a little bad tempered. She was, nonetheless, one of my favorites, and the other cats and I still miss her.

I’d say that the gorgeous view in front of me reflected more than just my emotional state at that particular moment, but instead something I’ve been trying to cope with for years already. Being a technology freak as I am, I rarely stop for a single moment to look at the wonders nature has to offer. In this opportunity, watching myself reflected in this rare scenario was a priceless experience, and it made me discover this hidden “poetic” side of myself, alleviating my hopelessness.

The original piece I muttered in Spanish follows:

El ciruelo en flor, la falsa esperanza que es la vida
La lluvia, el reflejo de mi profunda tristeza
El cielo, único e infinitamente amplio, la representación de mi infinita soledad
El perro en las sombras, el instrumento de la Muerte, que tanto temo.

Although my first revision of this post presents us with the piece at the start, it’s not a 1:1 translation to English, mostly due to the omission of all first-person references:

The blooming plum tree, the false hope that is my life
The rain, the reflection of my deep sadness
The sky, unique and infinitely vast, the representation of my infinite loneliness
The dog in the shadows, the instrument of Death, which I fear so much.

It’s very unusual for me to share my feelings with anyone else (not really having anyone else in the first place), but maybe it’s something I need to do more often. The last verse conveys my authentic fear of death — not as something that I don’t want to face at the end of my life, but as something that can harm me while alive, taking away those who I love the most. While this has probably been my sentiment for years already, I had never externalized this and other feelings.

Thanks to everyone who’s put up with this brief moment of emo-ness.