Traduction de «Garbage man » (Anglais → Français) :

garbage collector | garbage man | refuse collector

garbage attendant [ refuse collector | garbage man | garbage collector | garbageman | garbagewoman ]

garbage collector | garbageman | garbage man | dustman | sanitation worker | refuse collector

garbage collector [ scavenger | sanitation person | garbage man ]

Asian Trash Trail | Eastern Garbage Patch | Great Pacific Garbage Patch | North Pacific Garbage Patch | Trash Vortex

garbage grinder [ kitchen grinder | home grinder | disposal unit | pulping unit | waste food grinder | waste-food grinder | food waste disposer | disposer | disposal | garbage disposal | home garbage grinder | household grinder | garburetor | garbage disposer | garborator ]

garbage disposer | garbage grinder | waste grinder | waste mill

garbage collection | waste collection | rubbish collection | municipal solid waste collection | collection of household garbage | collection of household refuse

garbage in, garbage out | GIGO

finalize processing of man-made fibres | finish man-made fibres' fibers' processing | finish man-made fibres' processing | finish processing of man-made fibres

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 fro ...[+++]m 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

When he is not volunteering for Blanket BC, he might be found every day out picking up garbage on his Adopt-A-Block route, or this remarkable young man might be found at elementary school, because he is just nine years old.

Marine habitats are contaminated with man-made garbage and other waste, posing growing environmental, economic, health and aesthetic problems.

Senator Plett: Let me simply state, when the honourable senator says that these organizations do some good work, a motivational speaker that I enjoy listening to, a man by the name of Zig Ziglar, once said that you can occasionally find a good biscuit in a garbage can, but that is not the place to look for it.