Вы искали: salt of the eart (Английский - Тагальский)

salt of the eart
ano sa tagalog ng salt of the earth

of the stab
inundayan

inhabitants of the
naninirahan malayo sa pamilya

of the earthquake
sa lindol

edge of the table
press one and to the edge of the table by holding it firmly

opposite of the building
kasalungat ng gusali

it can only be that the salt of christian influence has lost its savour
maaari lamang na ang asin ng impluwensyang kristiyano ay nawala ang lasa

but as greenland rapidly becomes warmer, the freshwater of a whole continent flows into the salt water of the oceans.
pero sa greenland, mabilis na nagiging mainit, ang tubig tabang ng buong kontenente umaagos patungong maalat na karagatan.

as the freshwater of greenland's ice sheet gradually seeps into the salt water of the oceans, low-lying lands around the globe are threatened.
tulad ng tubig tabang ng greenland's ice sheet humahalo sa tubig dagat ng karagatan, mabababang mga lugar sa buong mundo ay nanganganib.

gabu” by carlos a. angeles the battering restlessness of the sea insists a tidal fury upon the beach at gabu, and its pure consistency havos the wasteland hard within its reach. brutal the daylong bashing of its heart against the seascape where, for miles around, farther than sight itself, the rock stones part and drop into the elemental wound. the waste of centuries is grey and dead and neutral where the sea has beached its brine, where the spilt salt of its heart lies spread among the dark habiliments of time. the vital splendor misses. for here, here at gabu, where the ageless tide recurs, all things forfeited are most loved and dear. it is a sea pursues a habit of shores.
gabu” by carlos a. angeles the battering restlessness of the sea insists a tidal fury upon the beach at gabu, and its pure consistency havos the wasteland hard within its reach. brutal the daylong bashing of its heart against the seascape where, for miles around, farther than sight itself, the rock stones part and drop into the elemental wound. the waste of centuries is grey and dead and neutral where the sea has beached its brine, where the spilt salt of its heart lies spread among the dark habiliments of time. the vital splendor misses. for here, here at gabu, where the ageless tide recurs, all things forfeited are most loved and dear. it is a sea pursues a habit of shores.