Você procurou por: a melting pot of creative ideas (Inglês - Tagalo)

melting pot
tagalog

english word of creative
makapangyarihan

example of creative writing
halimbawa ng malikhain na sulatin

what is the meaning of melting pot
ano ang ibig sabihin ng melting pot

at the end of the rainbow is a pot of gold
there's a spot of gold at the end of the rainbow

therefore, i have found that crashed salt is the most melting pot of uncrashed salt
samakatuwid napatunayan ko na ang crashed salt ay ang pinakamadaleng matunaw kesa sa uncrashed salt

police asked if they knew anything about what was seen in a cattage on the ridge pot of gold
tinanong ng pulis kung may alam ba sila sa nakita sa isang cattage sa tagaytay na pot of gold

pots of pots
patunganan

pots of rice sailing
mag lagay ng bigas sa kaldero pagkata pos ay hugasan ng dalawang hugas at pay katapos ay ilagay na sa kalan

the old beige walls were wildly streaked with crayon halfway up….someone else would reach the age of creative abandon and the marks would appear again.
ang mga lumang pader ng beige ay wildly streaked na may krayola sa kalagitnaan... .someone else ay maabot ang edad ng creative abandunahin at ang mga marka ay lilitaw muli.

is a cultural universal,as are other forms of creative expenssion, including the arts and language,and all say something about us expressive culture rests on symbolic thought as is true generally of symbol,the relation between a symbol and what it stands for is arbitrary
ay isang unibersal na kultura,tulad ng iba pang mga anyo ng malikhaing expenssion, kabilang ang mga sining at wika,at lahat ay nagsasabi ng isang bagay tungkol sa amin nagpapahayag ng kultura ay nakasalalay sa simbolikong pag - iisip na totoo sa pangkalahatan ng simbolo,ang kaugnayan sa pagitan ng isang simbolo at kung ano ang ibig sabihin nito ay di - makatwirang

blood surges rapidly along cronulla beach. armed with bats, white bodies are mad replications of tents, parasols and sunblinds spreading all over what used to be kurranulla, aboriginal landscapes, the place of pink seashells. there is no chieftain on the shore, no starfish where dominion shatters. not too far behind, thugs and their hand maids constrict exquisite shades of perplexity to keep generations pure and sterile. space beneath vestiges of hamlets from long ago have become driftwood, shells, cleavers of melting pots and succession. they are swaying eerily translucent as postcards bereft of scintillating light in the heated - up weather. so racializing this soap.
wendell