Traduction de «air swallowing » (Anglais → Français) :

wind-sucking [ air swallowing | aerophagia ]

lesser striped swallow | lesser striped-swallow | Ethiopian swallow | striped swallow

swallow hole [ swallow | swallow-hole | swallow-pit ]

endoscopic video capsule | swallowable video capsule | swallowable video pill | camera pill | camera capsule | swallowable camera capsule | swallowable imaging capsule | disposable imaging capsule

treat patients with swallowing irregularities | treat swallowing conditions | treat patients with swallowing disorders | treat swallowing disorders

blue sawwing | fork-tailed sawwing | black sawwing | blue saw-winged swallow | blue roughwing | blue rough-winged swallow | black rough-winged swallow

dysphagia | difficulty in swallowing

There is a fear that our Canadian airlines, such as Air Canada and Canadian, would be swallowed up and integrated into an American interest in the future.

In order to absorb the additional costs of operation, First Air estimates it would have to increase its fares and cargo rates by 27.5%. In a region with such a high cost of living already, it is patently unacceptable that consumers in the region would have to swallow these increases, which are directly added to their cost of living since most of the cargo is essential goods.

That's why in the October agreement you have the OSCE-led verification mission, and the most they were willing to swallow at that time was the air verification mission, unarmed as well.

I live in the heart of a lost country yet one I've never left I was born here I'll die here a country that is no more but follows me everywhere I'd like to get out which I couldn't do they'd like to drive me out which they couldn't do sometimes it's so small that despite its great river and its lakes it's no bigger than a teardrop and sometimes so huge it goes on forever I took possession of it at birth proud discoverer out of my mother's womb like a caravel come from far beyond La Rochelle a country like the one I built in my childhood on Lake Saint Pierre among the cattails and reeds I put down my roots in the soil of legends so that the tree of my life draws the sap of poetry there a country of summers where ...[+++]fire my friend comes down from the zenith to swim with me a country of autumns where my inner forests sang flames of all colors a northern country with frosty eyes ice storm suns burning on snow a country where big flakes of snow geese melted into the pure air of spring in my country we're so crazy for beauty that meadow flowers turn into swallows and fly off on feathers of blue fragrance so crazy with music the icicles on the eves sound like a glass keyboard under little mallets of cold so crazy with magic that we see trees in January turn into great snowy owls under their down of frost so crazy for love that we stroke the skin of days and every river is a naked woman smiling on a bed of light no one dies in my country at every family gathering some of my most distant ancestors even those from 1663 from St-François du Havre de Grâce turn up with their instruments and start dancing if it happens one day I lose my lost country I'll become like the haggard homeless man who on winter nights at the end of a blind alley among trash and garbage cans makes his only home a dirty cardboard box