Diriamba is a municipality in the Carazo department of Nicaragua, with a population of 57,542 (2005). It is located 41 km west of Managua, the capital of Nicaragua.
Coordinates: 11°51′N 86°14′W / 11.850°N 86.233°W / 11.850; -86.233
The city's elevation (just above 500 meters above sea level), and the geography of the cordillera upon which it sits, lend it a constantly mild weather (though notoriously windy January through March).
Managua, like much of Western Nicaragua except for the Sierras, has a tropical climate with constant temperatures averaging between 28 and 32 °C (82 and 90 °F). Under Köppen’s climate classification, the city has a tropical wet and dry climate. A distinct dry season exists between November and April, while most of the rainfall is received between May and October. Temperatures are highest in March and April, when the sun lies directly overhead and the summer rainfall has yet to begin.
Historically, Diriamba had mulberry plantations. British writer, John Baily, wrote in 1850 that the plantations lacked in management, and that great amounts of silk could be produced if more care was shown to the plantations.
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Radio La Primerisima | Spanish | Nicaragua |
La 580 | News Talk,News,Adult | Nicaragua |
Radio Corporación | Varied,Talk | Nicaragua |
Radio Catolica | Religious,Christian | Nicaragua |
Radio Juvenil | Pop | Nicaragua |
25, has anybody seen my life?
I lost it somewhere '95
Time stands still and time sure flies
Slower, faster everyday
I did tons of stuff today, and I did nothing anyways
And that's the thing, it's all the same
Nothing changes
(Chorus)
Have no hopes I have no dreams
I think to much and then I scream
What have I done?
I've wasted so much time, years of hanging 'round
Undone is done
I've wasted so much time, years of hanging 'round
I won't hold my breath no more
This is it, no less, no more
It's ok, I've come to terms
Still sometimes it really hurts
I can see, it's hard to take this seriously
And you might even laugh at me
But I'm way past self-irony, I mean business
(Chorus)
Happy memories, running 'round
I'm seven years old, frass beneath my feet, stay
outside until it gets cold
Cut to present day, I just stay indoors all summer
Whine my days away
What have I done?
I've wasted so much time, years of hanging 'round
Undone is done
I've wasted so much time, years of hanging 'round
I won't hold my breath no more
This is it, no less, no more
It's ok, I've come to terms
Still sometimes it really hurts