Translation of "naked flame " (English → French) :

appliance with a naked flame

Do not spray on a naked flame or any incandescent material.

naked short sale | naked short selling | naked shorting | uncovered short sale | uncovered short selling | uncovered shorting

naked call writing (1) | uncovered call writing (2) | uncovered call write (3) | naked call write (4) | naked short call (5)

wall-flame vertical rotary burner [ vertical rotary wall-flame burner | rotary wall flame burner | rotary wall-flame burner | vertical rotary wall flame vaporizing burner | wall-flame-type oil burner | wall-flame-type vertical rotary ]

direct stream at the base of the flames | direct stream at base of the flames | direct stream at base of flames | discharge stream at the base of the flames | discharge stream at base of the flames | discharge stream at base of flames

oxidizing flame | oxidising flame | excess oxygen flame | excess-oxygen flame | oxidation flame

naked call writing | naked short call | uncovered call writing

naked put writing (1) | naked put write (2) | uncovered put writing (3) | uncovered put sale (4)

(a) smoke, carry or deposit lighted cigars, cigarettes, pipes or matches or carry a naked flame

as regards the heating of the whey, the vague wording ‘direct method’ has been removed, and it has been specified that the flocculation of the whey proteins is achieved ‘exclusively by heating the receptacle or vat containing the whey over a direct flame (naked flame), without the use of any heat-transfer fluids’;

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

After adding two grains of pumice stone, heat, shaking by hand over a naked flame of average height and bring the liquid to the boil for approximately two minutes.